If you’d told me a few years ago that I’d be building a life around painting, I’d have laughed. At the time, I was working in healthcare PR — ticking the boxes, following the path, and quietly burning out.
I’d always been creative, but I never really let myself take it seriously. Comparison, doubt, and all the usual voices made me brush it off. I told myself I wasn’t really an artist — just someone who liked art.
But then the world paused. Like many people, I picked up a paintbrush during lockdown just to feel something. To unwind. To find calm. What started as a way to pass the time became something I looked forward to. The hours disappeared. My head cleared. And somewhere in the mess of paint and paper, I found something I hadn’t felt in ages: joy.
Fast forward to now, and I’m learning to trust that this creative path is worth following. That it’s okay to take the leap even if the ground feels wobbly. I’m still figuring it out — building confidence, building a brand, and trying not to overwork every brushstroke.
Painting has helped me reconnect with myself. It’s helped me see the world with more wonder. And more than anything, it’s reminded me that there’s beauty in trying, even when it’s scary.
So here I am — not “just starting out,” but building something real. If you’re here for the journey, thank you. I’m so excited to see where this leads!
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