Hello creative soul!

I believe that every single one of us is born creative.

As children, we paint, build, imagine, invent stories, and explore without hesitation. Creativity flows naturally—without judgment, comparison, or rules. Then, somewhere along the way, many of us are taught to stay inside the lines, to follow instructions, to “get it right.” We begin to measure ourselves against a mould.

And for many, that is when the creative spark grows quiet.

For me, it took years to re-ignite that spark. Even longer to dare to call myself an artist. I used to believe that to be a “real” artist, you needed a degree, a title, or someone else’s approval. I don’t have a formal art degree—though I’ve taken many art and drawing classes over the years. What I have is curiosity, practice, and persistence.

It took even more courage to call myself a writer. Despite publishing weekly blog posts for over a decade, and even releasing a poetry collection and a children’s book, I hesitated to claim the word.

What I’ve learned is this:

You discover who you are creatively by trying many things—and by being willing to fail often.

Through experimenting, exploring, and sometimes starting over, I found my creative voice in intuitive painting, collage making, art journaling, writing, and poetry.

My process is simple: I often begin without a clear plan. I set a few gentle rules, invite in playfulness, and allow the work to unfold. Layer upon layer. Word after word. Image after image.

As I create, something shifts. Thoughts are processed. Emotions are translated. Questions become color, texture, and rhythm. Sometimes clarity arrives immediately. Sometimes it takes weeks, months, or even years. But eventually, something happens—intuitively.

It often feels as though the paintings, stories, and poems create themselves.

I see many parallels between creativity and life itself. We move forward without always knowing the outcome. We layer experiences. We revise. We pause. We begin again. And through it all, something meaningful takes shape.

Art journaling, in particular, has become my anchor. It was a lifeline during several years of illness, helping me process and express what I didn’t yet have words for. On those pages, I could explore safely. I could be honest. I could simply be.

That is what I hope for you!

Tiny Magic?

Tiny Magic is where I write on Substack.

For me there is magic everywhere. Not the big, bada boom kind, but the small, everyday kind.

I have noticed tiny magic since I was a child and later realised that not everyone is able to see what I see. It’s not that they can’t, it’s more that they have forgotten how.

It is my mission to (re)ignite that creative spark in each of us.

At Tiny Magic, I share reflections on what it means to lead a creative life and how art and writing can help you understand yourself and life.

Join me on Substack.