One year on from the most magical night of my life, and the heartbreak that followed.

The colours may fade, but the magic remains.

Before the colour came the pencil lines.

Where the light is soft, the kettle’s on, and your music finally feels like you.

Behind the song, Dreaming

Dreams, reality, and the spaces we drift through.

Invisibility, loneliness, and what it feels like to carry everything alone.

The making of Hurt By My Healing

Grief, longing, and the quiet weight of not knowing.

Identity, creative rebirth, and the art of becoming yourself.

How I restructured my brand, realigned my work, and made room to share more of myself.