My creativity started early in my childhood, it has been part of who I am since I can remember.
For me creativity and imagination go hand in hand. My imagination has always been vivid, it has been throughout my life a blessing and a curse.
As a child it fed my nightly anxiety creating faces in the shadows and monsters under the bed but in the light it fed my daydreams, driving me to create worlds in which I felt safe.
In this way art gave me control in a world I found confusing and helped me through into adulthood to explore emotions and understand new experiences.
My Dyslexia was picked up around age 7 or 8 and I worked hard on my reading and writing skills but my art was always my priority, looking back I see the two are very much related, My struggles with the written word drove me to express myself through art instead.
Although academically I always felt I struggled, it was never something negative to me as I knew the way I thought about the world was important, and as long as I could find a way to express it I had worth.
Art gives my life value it makes me feel noticed and has become part of who I am.
I work a lot with text now. Over the years I have reconnected with words and realized the magic of reading and writing, they are just another way of expressing the imagination and knowledge.
Through my book sculptures I combine my old weaknesses with words with my artistic strength, and in doing so have found that instead of fearing reading and writing I have grown to love words. I see that they are beautiful, they are powerful and can be used like colour in a painting to stir the imagination and communicate the magic inside everybody.
We all have a need to communicate and I enjoy combining as many tools as possible to do so.
My work is the after effect of an overactive mind and I hope for it to be enjoyed on many levels.
That may be visually or mentally, there are many reasons for it and many layers to be explored.