21/05/2026
I don’t think this began with painting.
It began much earlier - in small, instinctive ways of making and re-making the world around me.
As a child, I was constantly drawing, filling pages without thinking too much about why.
That impulse never really left, it just changed form.
It moved through different parts of my life - into interiors, into spaces, into working with flowers, textures, objects.
Interior design taught me how a space can hold feeling.
Floristry taught me how composition can be both structured and fleeting.
And somewhere through all of that, painting became the place where everything could come together.
Not as separate practices, but as one continuous way of thinking.
A way of noticing, arranging, balancing, and responding.
Even now, I don’t really see a boundary between art and environment.
I still feel the same instinct - to create something that shifts how a space feels.
To decorate, not just visually, but emotionally. It has never really been about making things.
It’s about re-imagining what is already there.