I am a creative. My work emerges from my experiences, struggles, and connections with the people, communities, and land around me.

To be creative, I have come to believe, is to bring your whole, listening self into contact with the world, and through expression, make visible what you alone were positioned to find and feel. That is what I try to do: tell stories about identity, sorrow, and hope, and my longing for people and communities to thrive.

Discovering in my 40s that my mind works differently was less a diagnosis than a sort of reckoning. It was an understanding that neurodivergence is a particular way of perceiving and being in our world, carrying its own form of giftedness, its own tenderness toward what others too easily pass over.

And underneath all of it is something I can only call faith. Much less a certainty arrived at than a willingness to remain open to someone or something bigger than us, a quiet turning toward a mystery that we cannot yet completely name. In my life, I have been most inspired by Jesus, who remains for me an inexhaustible source of wonder. I find that turning everywhere: in my precious family, in the remarkable people who share my life, and in the breathtaking landscape of lutruwita/Tasmania.