2026 Art

2020's (My 50s - Present)

The pandemic hit hard. As a trauma counsellor, I spent four years holding space for people’s pain while the world fell apart. I overworked, I burned out, and my art from that time shows it, the isolation, the exhaustion, but also this desperate reaching for connection. I kept painting through the upheaval, trying to find resilience and hope, not just as ideas but as things I needed to believe in. My practice of simplification became more crucial than ever; a way to impose order on the chaos, to find something solid when everything felt like it was breaking apart. By spring 2024, I’d had enough and retired. That changed everything. Now my art pulls together all the different versions of me - the experimental energy of my twenties, the big ambitious work of my thirties, the vibrant colour of my forties, but the through line has always been this: highly simplified forms as a response to complexity, bringing order to chaos, a recurring practice in the face of a difficult world. For the first time in forever, I have space to breathe. Art isn’t something I squeeze in anymore. It’s just… here.

Here in 2026, I’m searching for something that sounds impossible: the best composition, colour, line, depth, and meaning - without trying. I want to put art out into the world as spontaneous abstractions, guided by something unconscious and inner, something I trust but can’t quite name. How hard can it be?