A note, or two, from the founder
First of all, with all my warmth and intent, I would like to welcome you.
Then, I would like to tell you a story, it is lengthy and tumultuous, but it is context, therefore, it is worth your
understanding.
(Spoiler alert: It’s about me)
Circa 2020. I really wanted to be an artist; the realisation hit me like a bus I was not even in the way of. “Your
destiny is yours to live with” – the mantra I repeated as I made the calculated decision of dropping my
originally intended career path for … art.
Now listen; I’m a smart girl. I’ve always been. I did not jump feet first into the unknown. I sat with it, I prayed
about it, I wrote it down, and repeat. I asked the question: apart from my happiness, what is the guarantee of
this choice?
I pondered and tussled, and turned and hustled, and in the background my phone made a notification sound:
“I love this print, I want to buy it.”
I revelled in the fleeting success of selling my second artwork (shoutout to Uncle G for being the first person to
ever buy an artwork from me). Then my third, fourth, fifth and sixth happened, all in a days work. I sat back,
pre-seventh, and rested, because all good rests happen after the sixth.
In rest and restoration, the idea hit me like a bus, that perhaps I was wandering in front of this time around: I
need a space to make these sales easier. Stuck trying to figure out how I was going to frame these prints, ship
them to five different addresses, and ensure that they arrived safely – I really needed a space to make these
sales easier.
Circa 2025, now. In the past (and first) five years of my practice, I studied. I was working; getting my paintings
seen, my name known, my artworks bought. I was trying too; to harness those relationships that matter, to
sustain my creativity enough to maintain a fully fledged career as an artist and honestly, to still remember why
this is my happiness.
Along the journey, I found some good people. Artists like me who love what their do. Love in its full definition …
I cannot put it into words but please believe me. I also found some supporters of the arts, who, with so much
good intent in their heart just want to see a healthy artist. It cannot go unsaid how these angels of artists and
art lovers were “the good things among bad” in my story.
Because I must be honest, somewhere in the midst of my attempts things also got so … (if only I could swear
here) up. The heart I put into the work in the solace of my studio, was not translating in transit to the world,
because along the way it would get messed up in bad deals, dishonest dealers and unknown dealings.
Then I decided that it was enough. The idea that was meant to be my cushion into my career, that instead out
of fear I guarded in the depths of my mind – it had to come out, and I was (and am) willing to fight for it.
Another thing you should know about me, I’m a fighter. Slow to arrive to war, but I will arrive. With full armour
and intent, I will fight for what I believe in.
