I was born in Perth in 1984 to an artist father and my mum Angela, an Anglo-Indian woman whose life once crossed paths with rock royalty and the vibrant world of the 1960s music scene. Her world was glamorous, wild and magnetic, but also shadowed by addiction and violence. Growing up, I witnessed both the beauty and the damage that came with that life.

My childhood held lemons and methadone clinics, beachside pubs and police lights, laughter and chaos. Those early memories, the joyful and the heartbreaking, are stitched into everything I create. Art became my way of remembering, and of honouring those who have left this world, especially my mum.

Today I live and work in Yeppoon on the Central Queensland coast, creating emotive artworks, prints and homewares that carry that history in a gentler form. I’m drawn to symbols of transformation, dragonflies, sunflowers, storms, shells and bleeding hearts, because they mirror my own journey through grief into something softer and more whole.

For me, art is memory made visible. It is tenderness, ache and quiet hope translated into colour, texture and line. Every piece is a small celebration of survival, of love that endured, and of the people who see something of their own story reflected in the work.

If my art does anything, I hope it reminds you that even in life’s messiest chapters, beauty is still being written underneath.