Growing up, I was naturally drawn to art
& I had even been told I was ‘good at it’ but the way it was taught always left me feeling unsatisfied & lacking the kind of meaning I deeply craved
What I needed was a way to connect with how I was feeling. To express myself in a way that felt honest & free, rather than be stifled by the frustration of trying to ‘do it right’.
So I eventually embraced my own way & started making art that supported me through my struggles by helping me really listen to myself.
This freedom allowed me to let loose & let go of the pretty pictures and nice things I thought everyone else wanted me to create.
And in doing so, I found a way to pay attention to myself and connect to my spirit without guilt or judgement or fear.
By allowing myself the space for raw self-expression, I learned to make a deeply personal practice through which I could create meaning & beauty out my lived experiences.
My journals are my teachers, my healers, my mirrors & my friends. They reflecting me back to myself in a way that helps me honour who I really am.