For years, I drew.

I loved detail. Precision. Getting things exactly right.

But when arthritis changed what my hands could do, detailed drawing was no longer possible in the way it once had been.

For a while, I didn't consider that I could ever make anything again.

Then I found another way.

Alcohol ink gave me something I hadn't expected — freedom.

Mixed media gave me texture and flow.

And not having to hold brushes opened up a whole new way of creating. I could use my fingertips, objects and whatever else helped me move the colour and create images.

There was no longer one “right” way to make a picture.

I could experiment.

I could play.

I could let the materials do some of the work.

And somewhere in that process, I found acceptance of my limitations.

These paintings aren't quite like the things I used to create.

They're not meant to be.

They're part of finding a new way forward.

Some are simply paintings in their own right. Others become the starting point for something else — with carefully chosen fragments eventually finding their way into jewellery and cards.

Every piece begins with an original moment of colour.

And every one is a little bit different.