Painting.

My Lens

Painting arrived when I stopped trying to make sense of everything; during the Melbourne lockdowns, mostly as a way to stay sane. After years of writing for others, I needed a language that didn’t have to be logical. So I turned to colour to process the world. 

My work’s bright because the things I’m thinking about usually aren’t. But maybe that’s the point — to find something hopeful in the mess. to reconnect to the parts of myself that don’t fit neatly in a sentence. 

Each piece is an attempt to make the chaos a little more beautiful.

The Studio Wall

Where It Began

Every brushstroke tells a story. Here are a few from the early days experiments in colour, form, and feeling.

On The Walls

Some of the places my paintings have found a wall (and a glass of wine or two).

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