If We Were Having Tea
Hello!
If we were having tea together, I think this is what I would tell you.
People sometimes ask me how long I’ve been painting. And I always hesitate a little, because the only honest answer is: as long as I can remember. You know how people say that as children we all create , we draw, we imagine, we build little worlds, and then at some point many of us stop? I guess I just never stopped.
Painting has always been my sacred escape. Especially during the hard seasons of my life, it’s been the place I return to. When everything feels loud or overwhelming, I sit down with my brushes the same way you might sit down with a warm cup of tea. It slows me down. It softens the edges of the day.
The quiet rhythm of water and pigment.
The way time feels different when you’re fully present. It’s how I unwind. It’s how I reconnect with myself, with nature, with something steady and grounding.
For me, painting isn’t only about the outcome. It’s about the process.
I’m endlessly drawn to flowers and tiny details in nature. The way a petal folds. The softness of light. And maybe a little bit of magic, too.
When I was younger, I was in love with fairies and fairytales. I used to imagine worlds beyond this one. I think that part of me still shows up in my work in the softness, in the subtle glow, in the quiet dreaminess.
I’ve explored many mediums over the years, but watercolor has stayed with me. It’s unpredictable and gentle at the same time. I love watching colors bloom into each other, building soft layers slowly. There’s something honest about it. It doesn’t force control. It asks for trust.
So if we were sitting here with tea, that’s what I’d share with you.
That painting, for me, is less about perfection and more about presence.
And I’m really glad you’re here.
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