🎨 Why I Create: A Homecoming Through Art

I never set out to be an artist.

Not in the traditional sense, at least.

For most of my life, I was a teacher, a traveler—living between cultures, languages, and landscapes. Born in Paris but raised on the beaches of Sierra Leone, my youth memories are infused with colour, water, and wide open skies. The sea became my first language of beauty.

But life, as it does, grew louder. Busier. Somewhere along the way, I forgot how to be still.

It wasn’t until a breaking point—burnout, motherhood, a late diagnosis of ADHD—that I felt compelled to return to something quieter. Something I had almost lost.

I picked up a brush.

What began as a release became a ritual. A sanctuary. A way to remember who I was before the noise. I wasn’t painting for galleries or praise—I was painting to breathe.

Over time, that practice became my compass. I found myself drawn to deep blues—the colour of immersion, of memory, of calm. I layered them with texture and gold, creating tactile pieces that invite reflection and stillness. My art is about connection: with yourself, with your space, and with the deeper parts of you that rarely get a voice.

Each piece is a journey. A homecoming. A visual meditation that offers you the same sanctuary I found in its making.

So no, I didn’t plan to become an artist. I simply followed what felt true.

And maybe, if you feel it too, there’s a reason our paths have crossed.