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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.