I paint my emotions.

I’ve never been black and white and nothing about me is linear.

I’m a kaleidoscope of colour, moods, thoughts, feelings and contradictions. Sometimes I’m up, sometimes I’m down.

Through loss I’ve been trying to figure out who I am. Am I happy? Am I a good person? Am I authentic?

Painting has become part of my therapy. I’m using what I create to understand myself better. My characters, colours and marks are the chaos and delight that lives inside me.

My work mixes graffiti and digital techniques, clinical lines, block colour, broad strokes, dots and highlights with the unpredictability of spray paint. Drips, bleeds and overspray aren’t mistakes. They’re part of the work. What happens in the moment is how it should be.

It’s not about being perfect or polished. I’m always evolving. I’m learning, I’m making mistakes and I’m still figuring things out and that’s okay.

Life isn’t perfect. Neither am I.