Fuelled by Passion: An Artist and Author
The Spark That Started It All
Creativity has always been my home. Even as a kid, I found comfort in colours, shapes, and words. I was the kind of child who got lost in sketchbooks, filled notebooks with stories, and spent hours imagining worlds that didn’t exist. Art and storytelling weren’t just hobbies—they were how I made sense of the world.
As I grew older, I clung to that creativity, though the world tried to convince me that it was something secondary, something frivolous. But I knew better. Creativity wasn’t just about making pretty things—it was about expression, about feeling, about creating something real from nothing.
So when it came time to choose a path, I naturally gravitated toward design. It felt like a structured way to channel my love for art, something that could bridge the gap between imagination and the tangible world.
But as I moved through my design degree, something unexpected happened.
When Art Felt Empty
I entered the world of design bright-eyed, eager to learn, excited to create. I poured myself into every project, obsessed over every detail, and sought perfection in my work.
But something felt… off.
The industry, the curriculum, the expectations—they all revolved around aesthetics, about making things look good. But what about how they felt? Where was the humanity in all of this? Why did so much of it feel sterile, devoid of emotion, disconnected from the people it was meant to serve?
I remember sitting in class, staring at a beautifully structured layout on my screen, and feeling absolutely nothing. It was well-balanced. It was polished. It checked all the right boxes. And yet, it didn’t speak to me.
I realised then that I didn’t just want to be a designer. I wanted to be a creator—someone who made things that resonated, that mattered, that told stories and connected people. That was the moment everything shifted for me.
Blending Art, Emotion, and Storytelling
Design alone wasn’t enough for me. Neither was writing. Neither was art.
I didn’t want to be boxed into one thing because, for me, creativity was never just one thing. It was a tapestry of expression, a blend of visuals, words, and emotions. I found myself weaving between mediums—sometimes painting to express what words couldn’t, sometimes writing to tell stories that no image could capture. I stopped worrying about fitting into a single label. Instead, I embraced the messiness of being an artist, a writer, a creator of anything that felt right in the moment.
Somewhere along the way, I realized I wasn’t creating for approval or perfection anymore. I was creating to feel. To understand. To process. Art became my language when words failed me. Writing became my way of making sense of emotions too big to hold inside. Both became a way to connect—not just with others, but with myself.
And the most beautiful part? Other people started to connect with it too. Not because it was polished or perfect, but because it was real. Because it spoke to something they, too, had felt.
That’s when I knew—this was what I was meant to do. Not to create for the sake of creating, but to create for the sake of connection.
I won’t pretend I have it all figured out. I don’t think I ever will, and honestly, I don’t want to. Creativity isn’t something you master—it’s something you experience, something that evolves with you, something that shapes and reshapes itself as you grow. Right now, I’m still chasing that feeling. I’m still exploring, still learning, still experimenting. Some days, I paint. Some days, I write. Some days, I do nothing and let inspiration find me when it’s ready. And that’s okay.
What I do know is this: I will always create. Because I have to. Because it’s in me. Because it’s how I breathe.
And if you’re here, reading this, maybe you feel it too. Maybe you’ve felt the pull of creativity, the need to express, the desire to make something that means something.
If so, welcome. You’re in the right place.
Let’s create something beautiful together.