My art is both a sanctuary and a voice—a personal ritual that helps me process the shifting terrain of living with chronic illness and the societal expectations that often accompany it. On days when my body keeps me in bed, unable to meet conventional standards of productivity, creativity becomes my way of reclaiming purpose.

 

Through making, I remind myself that quiet acts of expression are just as valid as loud accomplishments.

I work predominantly in mixed media, layering materials to create depth and movement, echoing the emotional complexity of my internal world. Scratched phrases lie beneath the surface, whispering truths that words alone can’t hold. 

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Some of my pieces are planned, unfolding with intention and narrative. Others evolve more instinctively, guided by the shifting weight of emotion. Colour and shape move fluidly until figures begin to emerge—as if revealing themselves through the process of release. These figures often speak to the box I feel caged in, as a woman and as a chronically ill person navigating systems not designed for softness or pause.

Nature, and the elemental strength of women as nurturers and healers, is the heartbeat of my practice.

 

My canvas holds not just paint and texture, but also defiance, tenderness, and hope. Through my art, I make space for complexity—and choose, over and over again, to inhabit that space with meaning.