Lately, I’ve been sitting with my insecurities.

There’s a pressure I feel as an artist — to be serious, to be edgy, to be sophisticated. Somewhere along the way, I internalised the idea that colourful, whimsical, novel work can’t be deep or intellectual.

My current works may seem dreamy and whimsical, but they often carry a deeper emotional truth underneath.

Both my grans filled their homes with patterned linoleum, wild wallpaper and textured carpets — layers upon layers of visual stimulation that have undeniably influenced my art.

A pivotal moment in the development of this series came during a visit to the Scottish National Museum in Edinburgh. There, I saw a Tibetan Thangka painting in person. I’d come across them before at the V&A in London, but seeing one up close and in detail was a turning point.

Through this blog, I aim to provide an honest and transparent account of my experiences, challenges, and triumphs as an artist.