Every Story has a Beginning...
Ever since I was a little girl, I dreamed of becoming an artist.
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I spent my days drawing dolphins, building fairytale castles from cardboard and newspaper, and inventing strange little gadgets from scraps of paper. Outside, the garden became an adventure. One day I was exploring forgotten ruins like Lara Croft, the next I was imagining myself as a princess tucked away in a fantasy kingdom.
To me, stories were never something you simply watched or read.
They were places you could live in. Of course, life rarely unfolds quite the way we imagine when we're children...
The worlds that felt like Home...
As I grew older, art remained the one constant in my life.
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Life wasn't always easy, and there were times when the outside world felt noisy and uncertain. But whenever I picked up a pencil or a paintbrush, everything became a little quieter. Art became my sanctuary—a place where I could think, imagine, and simply be myself.
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Around the same time, another love quietly grew alongside it. Fantasy.
Whether I was wandering through Middle-earth, travelling to galaxies far, far away, or disappearing into the worlds of video games, I realised these stories weren't just entertainment to me. They felt like home.
Finding MY PEOPLE...
When I first began attending Comic Cons, something unexpected happened.
For the first time, I found a community of people who loved these worlds just as deeply as I did.
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People who weren't afraid to celebrate the stories that had shaped them.
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People who understood that imagination isn't something you grow out of.
It's something worth holding onto.
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Whether it was hours spent raiding in Final Fantasy XIV, watching Star Wars with my little brother, or joking that I was prepared for a Helm's Deep-style battle after learning to wield a sword, these worlds gave me friendships, memories, and a sense of belonging that I'll always be grateful for.
Art found me again.
After years working in construction and pursuing careers that looked very different from the life I'd imagined as a child, something unexpected happened.
Art quietly found its way back to me. For years, it was the one dream I was almost afraid to chase. I worried about failing, about letting myself down, about turning something I loved into something uncertain. But taking that leap has taught me far more than I ever expected. It taught me resilience. Patience. How to trust my instincts. How to build something slowly and carefully. And perhaps most importantly... It reminded me that the adventurous little artist I was as a child never really disappeared.
She was simply waiting for me to believe in her again.
