Hello

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I didn’t set out to paint beautiful things—I set out to survive them.

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There was a time when I couldn’t leave the house. Anxiety and depression had wrapped themselves tightly around my world. I had to leave my job as a teacher—the structure I’d built my life around—because I simply couldn’t cope anymore. At the same time, I was grieving the loss of one of my best friends, someone who had shaped my life in ways words still can’t fully hold.

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I was a musician back then. Sound was how I processed emotion—how I made sense of the chaos. But after everything fell apart, even music fell silent. In the quiet, I picked up a pencil.

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That’s when The Nuclear Fiend appeared—my first recurring figure. He was the embodiment of emotional ruin. Still. Heavy. Muted. But then, something shifted. He reached for a cloak, turned away from the wreckage, and began to walk. He became The Traveller—and in many ways, so did I.

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My own journey led me into counselling, where I faced long-standing pain from childhood, especially the complex relationship I had with my mother. I learned to forgive—not to excuse, but to free myself. I started to let go. Slowly, life began to reshape. I adopted Harley, a rescue dog who taught me about love without expectation. I opened a gallery—not just to share my work, but to build a space of belonging, healing, and creative opportunity for others too.

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Now, my art explores that transformation—the passage from ruin to renewal. The Traveller walks through surreal landscapes of the subconscious, carrying themes of emotional recovery, spiritual seeking, and personal evolution. Every piece I create is a mirror of that journey: strange, symbolic, raw, and full of quiet hope.

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Collectors don’t just buy my work because it looks interesting. They connect with the story behind it—because it speaks to their own. To those who’ve grieved, shifted, healed, or begun again… my art is for you.

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You’re not alone. You’re becoming. And your story matters here.