My Story

Dear Friend,

Welcome to my world of art—a place where beauty is not just something to admire, but something to live with, to return to, to be nourished by.

A Journey in Search of Beauty

My journey to becoming an artist was not a direct one. Before I ever picked up a paintbrush, I was searching—searching for quiet, for beauty, for a sense of sanctuary in a world that often felt overwhelming. I was searching for something deeper—something beyond what was visible.

I have always believed that what we surround ourselves with shapes how we feel. That beauty is not a luxury, but a way of being—a path to stillness, to presence, to something more meaningful. But it took me years to understand that painting was not just something I loved; it was the space where I could finally bring that vision to life.

A Life Curated with Intention

I was born in Johannesburg, South Africa, into a world that valued intellect, structure, and achievement. My academic path led me to study Commerce, specializing in Marketing as a way to bring creativity into a structured world. But the fast-moving pace of business, with its relentless demands and constant noise, left me longing for something deeper—a sense of stillness, of presence, of beauty chosen with intention.

I have always lived by the philosophy that our surroundings shape our inner world. That what we choose to surround ourselves with—whether it is art, objects, light, or space—has the power to transform how we feel. Every element of my life has been carefully curated, chosen not for abundance but for resonance. I do not seek more; I seek what is right—pieces that hold presence, refinement, and depth.

This love of intentional beauty was instilled in me early on. My mother and grandmother, who came from a lineage of Italian refinement, carried an innate sense of elegance—an understanding that beauty was not frivolous, but essential. Our family’s travels exposed me to the great art collections of Europe and the USA, and it was in Paris that I first felt the pull of the Impressionists and Romantics—painters who understood that light itself was a subject, that softness could hold power.

But despite my deep love for beauty, I initially followed a different path. I built a career. I married. I became a mother to three children in just 15 months, including identical twin boys. When we moved to Cape Town—a city of staggering natural beauty—I devoted myself to creating a home that reflected the sense of harmony I had always longed for.

For years, my creativity found expression in how I arranged flowers, in how I hosted gatherings, in how I sought out moments of stillness in an often-overwhelming world. But it wasn’t until my children reached senior school that I allowed myself to explore what had always been calling me—art.

The Turning Point

At 40, I picked up a brush for the first time, and it was as if something in me exhaled.

I had found what I had been seeking—not just an outlet for creativity, but a practice of stillness, of presence, of deep communion with beauty.

Oil painting became more than a skill; it became a meditation. A way to listen rather than control. A way to witness beauty as it unfolds, rather than impose it.

My creative process, much like my life, is not rushed—it is slow, deliberate, refined. I spend hours studying the way light falls on a petal, the precise way a bloom curves into darkness. I wait for the exact right color, the exact right moment—just as I do with the objects I welcome into my home.

This devotion to patience, to allowing beauty to emerge rather than forcing it, became the defining characteristic of my botanical oil paintings. Stillness, refinement, and trust in divine timing—these are not just themes in my work, they are the foundation of it.