Happy New Year! I'm sure by the title of this blog, you know where it's going. The good ol 22 Recap - let's be honest, everyone's doing it. So I figured why not. It's always an amazing and emotional time to sit down, reflecting on the year gone. It's crazy to think that 2022 is all done & dusted and that another year awaits. What lies ahead is anyones guess, but the possibilities and endless and that's exciting. I hope you'll tag along for the ride x 2022 was a year filled wi

Trust, its one of the hardest things to do in this life. Trust your instincts, trust your heart, trust yourself. Trust that you can do it. Its something that keeps us up at night, makes us sick to our stomach, but is something that, once believed and felt can fill you with so much power and energy you can move mountains. Or in my case paint them. So why is it easier for someone else to trust your artistic ability and talents, than it is for you to trust and believe you can do

A project to bring me back to life. To remind me of the beauty in the world, at home or in the furthest corners of the world. A journey through old travel photos, failed paintings an adventure in art if you will. A experiment in looking at old things, in new ways. And what a trip it was. Ahhh the memories, the moments, the emotions all the feels came flooding back when I opened a box of old travel memorbilia. I'd kept a diary/scrap book from my first trip overseas when I was

Well to be honest, I'm not sure I was ever really in it. Or was I? The Art world, is such a fickle place. I've never been sure if I'm on the team or not. For years I sat in the grandstand, watching, admiring and cheering others along with their creative endeavours. Being an arm chair spectator suits me just fine, playing and participating was never my strong suit and well, as for being a cheer leader, that too was done from the comfort of home ( this old body of mine doesn't