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This has been such an incredible month! Thank you all so much for all of the love and support you have shown for the art I have released this month. I am so incredibly grateful. This has been a really strange year for me, but as we head into the final four months of the year, I am SO incredibly excited because this, for me, is where things are about to really change, and just ahhhh, it's going to be amazing! Earlier this year, I attempted to take my own life. I attempted t

From Nothing to Something to Summit is about what happens when those tiny sparks become a life again. The glorious, almost unbelievable exhilaration of standing somewhere we once could not imagine reaching and wanting to shout simply because we are here to experience it, From nothing, to something, to laughter, adventure, dreams, colour, possibility, ridiculous ideas and enormous plans and then to standing at the summit with our hearts completely, magnificently alive. From n

There are futures we almost never get to meet, people we have not yet encountered, places we have never stood, opportunities we cannot imagine from where we are now, adventures that will one day become favourite stories, ordinary moments we will someday treasure, and versions of ourselves we have not yet had the chance to become. At The Edge of Extraordinary is about the overwhelming joy of realising that all of it is still ahead. There have been moments when my world became

There are moments when humility can wait, when we have climbed too far, fought too hard and refused to surrender too many times to finally reach the summit and pretend it is anything less than extraordinary. Victory Is Mine is a celebration of claiming those moments completely, standing somewhere we once wondered whether we would ever reach and allowing ourselves to feel the full, glorious weight of what we have achieved, no diminishing it, no brushing it aside,

There is a particular kind of wonder in reaching somewhere you once looked towards from far below. For so long, the summit exists only as an idea, something distant and uncertain, glimpsed between difficult stretches of the climb. Then, somehow, the ground beneath your feet changes. You look back, and all those impossible distances have become the path behind you. From Here, Everything is about that moment.

Sometimes, when we are climbing, the mountain becomes our entire world, we see the next step, the next obstacle, the ground immediately beneath our feet. We become so focused on simply continuing that it can be impossible to imagine what might exist beyond the path in front of us, and then comes the view. We look back and see distances we once thought impossible stretching away beneath us as we realise that somewhere amongst all those stubborn little steps, we climbed an en

July has been something of a chaotic month for me, as I have moved into temporary accommodation whilst I wait for the sale of my house to complete, and so there has been a lot going on. It took a little while, but I have finally set up my temporary studio, so I will be able to continue working and hopefully find a little normality within the current abnormalities!

There are moments when freedom means leaving something behind, not because it meant nothing, but because there comes a point when remaining tethered to what was begins to ask more of us than stepping into what might be. No Net Ensnares Me takes its title from Charlotte Brontë’s Jane Eyre, and from one of literature’s fiercest declarations of independence. I have always loved the idea that we can care deeply, carry memories with us, and still belong entirely to ourselves. That

Sometimes we encounter a phrase that changes the way we see something forever, a few words in a book can become attached to a colour, a landscape, a season or even just a feeling so completely that we carry them with us long after we have forgotten everything else that surrounded them. Inspired by Thomas Hardy's A Pair of Blue Eyes, Autumn Distance is about those fragments of literature that escape their pages and become part of our own inner world. Words borrowed from anot

There are moments when the heart seems perfectly capable of holding two contradictory truths at once. We can grieve what we are leaving while longing for what comes next, we can miss a place before we have even left it, feel sadness amongst excitement, and discover that closing a chapter does not diminish our hope for the one waiting beyond it.

Life has a habit of rearranging itself around us, homes change, landscapes change, people come and go, and the paths we thought we knew can suddenly lead somewhere entirely unexpected. Yet amongst all that movement, there are certain things we carry so deeply within us that they become part of who we are. An Ever-Fixed Mark takes it's name from Shakespeare's Sonnet 116 and is about those constants, not just love as Shakespeare wrote about but all of it. The words, stories, so

Moving house has a peculiar way of making you consider what it means to carry a life from one place to another. As I packed mine into boxes ready to move this July, I found myself thinking about all the things we accumulate that could never be packed away. The words we have read, the songs we have loved, the films we return to, the places we have called home, the people we have known and the memories scattered amongst them. Small fragments collected across a lifetime that som

I know that I start every monthly summary this way but truly I cannot comprehend the fact we are at the end of the month again! What a spectacular month June has been! I’m slightly biased because it’s my birthday on 20th June but even without all the festivities surrounding my 35th Birthday the month was glorious.

Long before we gave transformation a name, the natural world had already mastered it; across countless seasons, life has moved through extraordinary cycles of emergence, disappearance and renewal, surrendering one form only to appear again as something entirely unexpected. The Oldest Magic explores metamorphosis as one of nature's most enduring mysteries. There is something almost impossible about the idea that such profound transformation can be written into the fabric of l

Long before we gave transformation a name, the natural world had already mastered it; across countless seasons, life has moved through extraordinary cycles of emergence, disappearance and renewal, surrendering one form only to appear again as something entirely unexpected. The Oldest Magic explores metamorphosis as one of nature's most enduring mysteries. There is something almost impossible about the idea that such profound transformation can be written into the fabric of l

There is a moment each year when the light reaches the furthest edges of the day, the longest day. For centuries, we have marked this turning point, gathering beneath the same sun to celebrate warmth, abundance and the extraordinary rhythm of a world continually moving around us. At The Height Of Light explores the summer solstice as both celebration and threshold, hidden within the longest day is a curious contradiction: at the very moment the light reaches its greatest ex

We measure our lives in moments, while the world around us moves through rhythms far older than we can comprehend. There is something humbling about standing in the presence of the ancient and remembering how briefly each of us passes through the landscape. Seasons return, generations come and go, and still there are places that seem to exist beyond the ordinary boundaries of time. Between The Eternal And The Ephemeral explores that strange meeting place between what endure

For as long as we have looked towards the sky, we have searched for meaning in its rhythms. The rising and setting of the sun, the changing seasons, the transformation of the natural world and the ancient monuments left behind by those who watched these same celestial patterns long before us all speak to something eternal: everything moves in cycles. The Oldest Magic Collection explores that endless rhythm through the mysticism of Stonehenge, the fleeting beauty of transfor

And so, we arrive at the end of another month. I can’t comprehend how fast May has gone. I swear I blinked once and now it’s the 31st. There is a lot going on behind the scenes at the moment. Everything is packed up ready for the move and there have just been a LOT of changes and chaos. I have a newfound appreciation for not moving house. It is an underrated experience and I wish I had appreciated it more. Not being surrounded by boxes, what an absolute luxury, ha!

There is something quietly reassuring about the way the world continues to begin again. No matter what yesterday carried, morning arrives without asking whether we are ready for it. Another day unfolds, another horizon appears, and with it comes the possibility that life might hold something we could not yet see from where we stood before. Still, The Sun Rises is about that quiet persistence. The reminder that endings are never the whole story, and that even after the chapt

There is a beautiful moment when we stop looking back to measure how far we have come, and begin looking forward to imagine how far we might go. Brighter Horizons is about that shift in perspective. The return of possibility after uncertainty, when the future begins to feel less like something to endure and more like somewhere we might actually want to go.

Where The Tide Turns is about that moment. The quiet shift when survival begins to become possibility, when strength returns almost unnoticed, and we finally begin moving towards something rather than simply away from what came before. There may still be uncertain waters ahead, but something within us has changed. Perhaps that is where every new beginning truly starts, not when the storm disappears, but when we realise it no longer decides our direction.

There are times in life when moving forward feels like pushing against a force determined to carry us backwards. Against The Current is about the strength we find in those moments. The quiet defiance of continuing when it would be easier to surrender to the direction everything seems to be pulling us, and the courage it takes to choose our own path when the easier one has already been chosen for us.

We may not always notice the exact moment it happens. But eventually, we look back and realise this was where the tide turned. April broke my heart, but May is here now, and as sure as the sun will rise and the tide will lap against the shore, I will thrive. So, figuratively and literally, this, for me, is Where The Tide Turns.

There are stories that refuse to be forgotten. Even when abandoned to the wind and sea, their pages continue to turn, as though guided by unseen hands searching for a reader who has yet to arrive. The Pages Remember is a meditation on memory, forgotten knowledge, and the strange feeling that some books have always been waiting for us.

There comes a moment when the wind has stripped away every certainty, and the only path that remains is the one that leads directly into the unknown. Unto the Breach is an exploration of that silent threshold, where resolve is forged not in calm waters, but beneath darkened skies. It is a reminder that courage is rarely found in the absence of fear, but in the decision to keep walking when the horizon can no longer be seen.

There are seas that seem to exist beyond the reach of maps, where the horizon dissolves into shadow and the tide carries whispers too distant to understand. Where Horizons Break explores that uneasy place between certainty and the unknown. It is a landscape where the familiar quietly unravels, inviting us towards waters that have no promise of safe passage. Some horizons are not meant to be crossed without consequence.

There are seas that seem to exist beyond the reach of maps, where the horizon dissolves into shadow and the tide carries whispers too distant to understand. Where Horizons Break explores that uneasy place between certainty and the unknown. It is a landscape where the familiar quietly unravels, inviting us towards waters that have no promise of safe passage. Some horizons are not meant to be crossed without consequence.

My April collection is about the moments in every journey when the horizon darkens, the waters grow restless, and the path ahead can only be found by taking the next step. Unto the Breach is a collection that explores those thresholds. Not the moments after the storm has passed, but the quiet courage found within it. Here, impossible things endure, forgotten worlds remain within reach, and even in the fiercest winds there is an invitation to keep moving forward.

Once again, we arrive at the end of another month and I am still entirely unable to fathom how, time truly is racing by at an alarming speed this year. Perhaps because I have been so unwell and therefore every day seems to be blending into one at the minute but truly, I do feel like I closed my eye for a moment and March snuck past me. Despite my ill health I enjoyed March, the return of spring days, lighter nights and Gaia coming back to life with buds, shoots and greenery a

Spring Memories shimmers with whispered reflections, a quiet dance between what has been and what is yet to come. Light drifts and lingers, soft as breath, carrying the gentle pulse of remembrance and renewal. It is a place between moments, a suspended hush where memory and possibility intertwine, and where the soul can pause to feel the delicate rhythm of spring unfolding.

Spring Equinox pulses with the rhythm of balance and renewal. Light bursts through the canopy, dancing over delicate leaves that whisper of growth and awakening. There is a sacred harmony here, a moment suspended between the fading chill and the first warmth of spring, between shadow and illumination. It carries the energy of rebirth and possibility, of seeds stirring beneath the earth, ready to rise. Every leaf, every beam, every shimmer speaks of nature’s quiet orchestra

Spring Awakening marks the quiet moment where darkness begins to loosen its hold. There is a soft unveiling here, a gentle lifting, as though something long hidden is finally ready to be seen. Light filters through with purpose, not all at once, but in a slow and sacred reveal. It carries the energy of renewal, of cycles turning, of life stirring beneath the surface before it rises fully into being. This is the threshold between what was and what is becoming. And in that mome

Hope Springs emerges gently, like light returning after a long stillness. It carries a quiet energy of renewal; soft, luminous, and full of possibility. There is a sense of something awakening here, something delicate yet powerful, beginning again in its own time. Held within it is a fragile kind of magic, the kind that asks for trust. A reminder that hope does not need to be loud to be transformative; it simply needs to be felt. In the hush of new beginnings, something st

My March collection is a celebration of Spring Equinox. A whisper of awakening drifts through these pieces, a soft breath of renewal kissed by light and shimmering air. Each piece hums with the quiet magic of Spring, the gentle stretch of new life, the glow of hope, and the delicate shimmer of possibilities unfolding. It is a collection of beginnings and reflections, where light dances through shadows and the pulse of nature stirs beneath the surface. Tender, luminous, and

It’s that time once again to bid farewell to yet another month, I can’t quite fathom how it’s the 28th February already, this month truly did pass in the blink of an eye. I haven’t been very well this month for a mixture of reasons I shan’t bore you with but needless to say it wasn’t a particularly enjoyable month physically; mentally and creatively however it has been wonderful! This month I released a collection of art unlike anything I have ever done before; the Tigers p

This collection was born from the spirit of the tiger, a creature that walks between worlds. To me, the tiger is more than strength or power. It is ancient energy. It is instinct sharpened by silence. It is the quiet knowing that lives beneath the surface. There is something sacred in the way a tiger moves, deliberate, watchful, untamed. It does not ask for permission to exist. It simply is. In its gaze there is mystery; in its stillness, restrained fire. Across cultures, the

To me, the tiger is not merely a symbol of power. It is primordial energy. It is instinct embodied. It is the quiet, burning flame that lives within us all. Moving between worlds, earth and spirit, light and darkness, the tiger exists in that sacred in-between. There is something celestial in its presence. Stripes like flickers of flame. Eyes that hold the hush of the night sky. It walks softly, yet carries the gravity of a storm waiting to rise.

An ode to love, a celebration of strength, courage, beauty and survival. Across folklore and myth, the tiger has been revered as guardian, protector, and keeper of unseen wisdom. Feared and honoured in equal measure, it represents the delicate balance between ferocity and grace, destruction and creation, shadow and illumination. In this body of work, I was drawn to that liminal space. The place where beauty meets danger. Where softness does not diminish strength, and silence

The tiger is not merely a symbol of power, it is primordial energy, instinct embodied. It is the quiet, burning flame that lives within us all. Moving between worlds, earth and spirit, light and darkness, the tiger exists in that sacred in-between. There is something celestial in its presence, stripes like flickers of flame. Eyes that hold the hush of the night sky, it walks softly yet carries the gravity of a storm waiting to rise.

My February collection is an exploration of the tiger; a creature that has always embodied power, mystery, strength, courage and undeniable beauty. To me, tigers are not simply animals; they are living symbols of quiet authority. They move with intention, with grace, with an awareness of their own strength. There is no need for noise or spectacle, their presence alone is enough.

I can scarcely believe that the time has come to bid farewell to January already but alas here we are, 31st January 2026, what a whirlwind of a month! I have really enjoyed the overall flow of this month; the new limited edition prints each week as well as the buzz of an original collection that is only available for a month. It has been an incredibly exciting and busy time indeed, I want to thank you all truly for all the support, it means so much to me.

The reddening, the triumphant emergence. Rubedo is the celebration of transformation, the explosion of colour and vitality after darkness. It is life integrated, shadow and light intertwined, a soul renewed, radiant, and endlessly alive, reborn in brilliance.

The clearing, the light after night. Albedo is reflection and reckoning, where the soul breathes and gathers clarity. It is the silver dawn after shadow, a gentle illumination of what has been understood, accepted, and healed, the pause before life bursts forth again.

The blackening, the descent into shadow. Here lies grief, fear, endings, and the quiet weight of mortality. Nigredo asks us to feel, to surrender, to witness the self unravel. In this darkness, the old self dissolves, preparing space for what is yet to emerge.

The spark of transformation, the secret fire that stirs within. Alchemy is the beginning, raw, mysterious, full of potential. It is the sacred pause before the soul plunges into shadow, the first breath of creation that whispers: “change is coming.”

My January collection, Alchemy, celebrates the personal evolution I underwent throughout last year and the three phases of Alchemy I embraced wholeheartedly, Nigredo, Albedo, Rubedo. Each piece tells a part of my story through a journey of shadow, reflection, and radiant emergence. These artworks are only available until 31st January 2026 and then they will never be listed for sale again.