My space.

My studio.

Moving into my ‘shed’ has been claiming a work-in-progress, which somehow makes it perfect.

The studio is far from finished. The walls are still exposed metal framing, wall lining peeks through everywhere, and there’s no insulation…yet. In winter it’s cold, in summer it’s hot, and occasionally birds visit by flying in through gaps between the roof and the walls. But I absolutely love it.

For the first time, I have a dedicated space that is always ready to paint in. I can walk in with an idea and begin immediately, without packing materials away afterwards or reclaiming the dining table from brushes and paint tubes. The freedom of being able to leave works unfinished, palettes messy, and experiments scattered around feels surprisingly important to the creative process.

The unfinished nature of the studio mirrors my paintings themselves - layered and evolving. Every mark on the floor and splash of colour feels earned.

One day the internal walls will be covered and properly finished, and I’ll lose some of the improvised charm. I’m also not entirely sure where my completed paintings will live once all that wall structure disappears! But for now, this imperfect little studio already feels exactly right.