The Holiday My Brain Didn’t Want Me To Take & The Part You Don’t See in the Photos.

There was never a moment where I decided to become an artist.

It was more of a quiet return.
A coming back to something that had always been there, waiting patiently beneath the noise of life, work, responsibility, and expectation.

The Joy Of Not Being Superwoman.

There’s a particular kind of woman I keep meeting lately.
She’s carrying seventeen tabs open in her brain, a half-drunk coffee, someone’s school jumper, and an invisible mental checklist that starts at 5am and never really ends.