Some weeks feel like they were painted rather than lived. This was one of them.
The south coast has been bathed in a heatwave — the kind that slows everything down to exactly the right pace. Early mornings on the beach before the world wakes up, just the dogs, the sand, the light coming in low across the water. There is something about that hour that feels borrowed from somewhere extraordinary. The colours are different. Everything is possible.
She calls the sea her blue space. The place where everything clears. Watching someone you love find that kind of peace is its own kind of art.
We travelled to Wales — her home, her heartland, the place that fills her back up. Rolling green, ancient and alive. Family time with her beloved parents and her gorgeous sons. The kind of warmth that reminds you what everything is for. Wales has its own energy — I felt it the moment we arrived. It gets into you.
And all the while the creativity never stops. It doesn't switch off — if anything being out in nature turns it all the way up. I found myself on the beach doing what I always do — seeing art in everything. Pebbles arranged just so. Shells forming compositions in the sand. The beach is the most extraordinary gallery in the world if you let it be. No canvas needed. Just eyes that want to see.
Back on the south coast, Instagram is growing, galleries are beginning to notice, and the Spring & Summer Floral Blooms collection is finding the people it was always meant for.
I didn't know what would happen when I finally shared my work with the world. I still don't. But sitting on a sun-warmed beach this week, dogs beside me, early morning light on the water, shells in my hands — I felt something I can only describe as rightness.
This is exactly where I'm supposed to be. Doing exactly what I'm supposed to be doing.
More soon.