Raw Image Studios

10/10/2026

Today’s time well spent xo

09/05/2026

If you happen to find yourself in the 3ar in Haute Marais, check out the closing reception for Correspondence at The Curators Gallery. See if you can find all three of my pieces!

08/24/2026

08/23/2026

It will have to be next year folks, a hospitalized family member takes priority, always!

08/16/2026

From Vancouver Island to Paris 💌
Island views to share, with my favorite destination Paris ♡
Honored that my little oceanic watercolor is hanging in the “Correspondances” exhibition with .curators — a wall of stories from around the world.
It started in my plain airboat studio at sunset and finished in studio, mailed from our little post office, and now lives eternally in Paris.

08/14/2026

By far, my favourite place to paint 🛥️ Thanks for taking me out fishing Dylan, I love our time together ❤️

08/10/2026

Found my first of three original watercolour prints in the collaborative Correspondence show in Paris this month!

08/07/2026

Tomorrow is the opening day for my Paris Gallery Debut alongside dozens of other artists in The Curators Postcards exhibit. If you are so lucky to find yourself in Paris in the 3rd, make your way to 20 Rue Marley to check out The Curators Gallery and have a look for my three original artworks!

08/04/2026

Count yourself lucky if 𝓛♡︎ is in your life. She is the best gift giver! I’m so lucky to call her my daughter ❤️❤️❤️❤️

08/02/2026

1979, Victoria, BC
This is four year old me, fully embodied, not giving any sh*ts about thigh gaps or if my stomach was flat enough.
I had zero concern with the size of my chin, my forehead, my feet.
My wee self just loved to unapologetically move. I lovvvvved having my photo taken because you know, four year old confidence.

All I knew was that my body loved to move and dance. Every second of my waking day. I did ballet, folk, tap, modern, jazz. I did it all.

And insidiously, slowly, I stopped loving dancing.
I stopped loving my body.
I stopped loving myself.

How?
Every day, the innocuous comments made by adults, classmates, friends- met my ears.
Each comment, every suggestion to watch what i put in my mouth, each giggle at my expense, was like a small paper cut. Unassuming and small but as the paper cuts accumulated, I was shredded into a million pieces.

I am still not whole, I am still in pieces, but mending.
This is why I paint bodies- all the bodies. Each painting I create brings me back closer to wholeness. I document all the bodies to bring me one step closer to my courageous four year old self, before the world told her she was too much.

Take up space my friends. Your too-muchness is always welcome with me.