I’ve always been the baby of my family: the younger sister, the youngest granddaughter, and one of four girls. I like to think that has shaped me in some way. I’ve always been sensitive and emotionally tuned in.

As a teenager, I found the world both beautiful and overwhelming. I was trying to understand new emotions, my own identity and a deep longing for connection. Looking back, it’s clear that I have always carried life very deeply. Some days the weight of the world has sat heavy on my chest, and other days I’ve felt completely consumed by its beauty. That sensitivity is something I once struggled with, but I now see it as one of the greatest gifts in my work. It allows me to paint from a place of honesty, empathy and emotional depth.

My obsession with art began when I was around 14. I still have my old sketchbooks from that time, filled with drawings, ideas and little pieces of who I was becoming. I would stay awake late into the night trying to finish drawings, and I was often told off in class for daydreaming or doodling instead of paying attention.

My first commission came from my grandparents when I was 15. They had always loved that I could draw, and one day my Nana and Grandar took a drawing I had made of a 1920s woman to be professionally framed. My Grandar proudly told the framer that his 15-year-old granddaughter had made it for him. My Nana still has that drawing hanging in her living room today. Their support has always meant the world to me.

I went on to study at Northumbria University, graduating with a First Class Honours degree. During my second year, I began building my art business, selling prints from my bedroom at age 20. What started quietly, with sketchbooks, late nights and family encouragement, has grown into a full-time painting practice rooted in emotion, storytelling and the inner world of women.