About

I create whimsical and humorous artworks born from the freedom of the subconscious, using surreal doodles and bold colors to evoke joy and spark creativity. My process is intuitive, with each piece evolving organically, inviting the viewer into a playful world where shapes and figures take on new, unexpected forms.

I am inspired by the idea of helping people reconnect with the lightness and innocence often lost in daily life. When someone encounters one of my pieces—whether hanging on a wall or passing by a gallery—I want them to feel uplifted, to see the world through a lens of wonder, and to momentarily escape the stresses of the day. My art is a reminder to embrace creativity and find joy in the little things.

From the moment I could grip a pen, I was spellbound by the act of creating—sketching, doodling, and painting became my language of expression, a cherished pastime that has shaped my life.

Growing up, I wasn’t certain about what I wanted to be, but one thing was clear—I yearned to live in the world of art. Navigating school with the challenges of dyslexia and dyspraxia, I often felt out of place academically, compensating by embracing humor and becoming the class clown.

Though my initial attempts to formalize my art studies didn’t last, I continued to nurture my passion through painting while working various sales jobs. But it wasn’t until I was 18 and facing turbulent mental health struggles that I stumbled upon a powerful method of creation: automatic drawing. By surrendering to the subconscious, I began doodling lines that would slowly form strange, surreal shapes—creatures, figures, and unknown forms emerging with each line added. This process, I would later discover, was rooted in the surrealist technique of automatism, a way to tap into the subconscious and reveal the surreal in unexpected ways. Every time I sat down to draw, I was embarking on an adventure without knowing where it would lead.

Despite working in sales, I’d find moments of bliss in the quiet of my mind, drawing away while reciting scripts on autopilot. Oddly enough, I often became one of the top performers in these roles, all the while daydreaming and sketching—my art quietly accumulating in hidden corners of my life. For years, these drawings remained a personal treasure, tucked away in drawers, shelves, and forgotten spaces like a collection of secret worlds only I knew.

Around the age of 25, my career took a darker turn, leading me to work for less-than-ideal companies in jobs that didn’t align with my values. It was during this time I realized I couldn’t deny the call to art any longer. I needed to immerse myself in the art world, so I set my sights on working in galleries. However, my first interview was a crushing rejection—the gallerist telling me I wasn’t fit to sell art.

But, as fate would have it, that rejection sparked a fire. Within a year, I founded my own charitable art company, hosting group exhibitions to raise awareness and funds for mental health. My first show featured 111 artists and over 150 artworks, and sold more than 60 pieces in just a week. This success ignited a whirlwind of activity, and within four months, I had curated and organized three large group shows and two solo exhibitions, selling nearly 200 artworks in total.

Then came the global pandemic. I attempted to move my exhibitions online, but it was a failure that stung deeply—both personally and professionally, as my goal of selling 500 artworks in my first year slipped away. Yet, the time spent at home during lockdown provided an unexpected gift. Working remotely with a headset on, I transitioned from doodles to larger paintings, experimenting with new materials and evolving my style.

Today, I continue to evolve as an artist, using the same technique of surrealist doodling to create larger-than-life paintings that transform humorous whimsical characters into bold, expressive works.

Since my first solo exhibition in 2021, I’ve sold over 160 pieces of my own work—a testament to the journey from hidden sketches to public expression. And as for that gallerist who rejected me? Well, let’s just say, their loss.