My current passion is bringing my inspirations to life and witnessing the joy they evoke in others and myself. We live in a world full of distractions. We are inundated with social media. Screens showing us the “best moments” others are having. With all this chatter it is sometimes hard to hear our own inner voice - the one that tells us what is truly personally inspiring. It is so easy to get caught up in what others are doing, thinking, saying, producing, curating… the list goes on. I have been giving thought recently to what truly inspires me. I find these moments around the studio. In the garden. Among plants, old warehouses full of furniture (even those beyond my own studio). And sometimes around other creative people - the ones who are also on the relentless pursuit to figure out “what does this all mean?” I don’t know why we feel the need to create. But I have always known it is what I am supposed to do. And so … I do it. My work is the physical output of an internal dialogue between myself, my surroundings and every thing I encounter along the way that brings inspiration. I never know what it is going to be and that is perfectly fine. I just live life, and when it happens, I do my best to capture it. The hardest part of this journey is to create for the joy of creating. To paint - not for likes, not for attention, or to “impress” - to actually just seek creativity in its purest form. The way it was when I was an 8 year old just having fun and not worried about what everyone else thought. So I say - do what you do, what you know you are here to do. And I will do this - because that is what I am here to do. It is as simple as that.