Concealed by her owl mask, a modern banshee emerges poised between human presence and spectral omen. She wears a long yellow coat that cuts through the surrounding atmosphere like a warning flare – symbolizing her psychological alertness; an assertion of womanhood and awareness in the world. Yellow speaks to caution and clarity, to the courage required to be seen and to speak truths before they are believed. Her face is concealed by an owl mask, replacing the traditional scre

This 2026 upcoming solo exhibition will present familiar fairy tales as warnings against betrayal, predation, and crossed boundaries. The second series in this exhibition reimagines The Frog Prince. The Promise This painting tells The Frog Prince  with a modern sensitivity, transforming the familiar fairy tale into a meditation on the weight of broken promises. The central frog embodies the discomfort of boundaries crossed, reminding us that transformation should never be coe

In Feb 2026, I'll be presenting a solo exhibition reimagining fairy tales as modern allegories. The first group of paintings in this collection are variations on Little Red Riding Hood. From a previous series on wolves and my fascination with my wolf inside, I once wrote: The day I learned I had a wolf inside me was a day of revelations. I had just finished a “Safe and Sound Protocol” Art Therapy session. When I looked down at my paper, ready to reflect on what I had painted

This was a special show for me. I curated it with one of my dearest friends, Kim Money for the Metchosin ArtPod. The Juror is my trusted...

Reckoning in the Midnight Hour (#2) SOLD The first 15 lbs were kind of fun, weren’t they? Midnight cravings for conspiratorial ice cream....

Hot Flash In the Midnight Hour (#1) SOLD In the shyness of a soft evening, I’m folding away from you – feeling blue on the inside. I’m...

I recently told my doctor that I felt like a vapour.  Instantly annoyed, she was probably the wrong person to admit this to – the...

Throughout my life, my personal mythology has been told by the contents of my pockets. Emptying my pockets out at the end of each day...

One of my most prominent memories growing up was that, as a farm kid, I only ever got 1 day a week to sleep in and have a reprieve from...

Were I a little bird I'd be easier to let go, held lightly, lightly, in your hand. Were I the colour yellow I'd be easier to outgrow,...