As an autistic artist in London, I love the power of expression through art and design
I love strong colours and images.
Through the lens of what I see I can redesign the world as I would like it to be. Positive, colourful, vibrant, uncompromising and honest.
I love animals because they’re honest and innocent
Dogs love unconditionally, cats love you if you’re lucky, and rats are smart, curious, and affectionate. I especially love the texture of their rough, spiky fur.
I’m delighted to share my animals and my art with you, and I hope my pictures make you happy and that you love what you find.
My early years
As a child, I loved the earth beneath my feet, between my toes and fingers. I would ponderingly stroke a moss clump, pass my fingers across a tree’s bark, and experience everything with charged sensitivity.
I seemed a mystical, other-worldly child of nature, happiest beneath the sky.
My first word was “Light.” I shouted it joyfully as I gazed at the sun — “It’s a light!” — to which my Granny replied, “The light of all lights.”
I was entranced by a tiny leaf, the wind moving through the trees, and every moment in nature. My delight carried a quiet spiritual quality.
Before I could walk, I was tracing imagined pictures with animated fingers, rapidly developing a skill and passion for drawing.
Once I mastered the art of holding a pencil, I would sit in rapt concentration, my small hand gripping the pencil with effortless dexterity. My movements were deliberate, instinctive, and confident — I always knew where each picture began and ended.
My art grew from my earliest joys, from my connection to nature, my love of light, and my awareness of texture and detail.
These experiences shaped what I create and how I see the world.
My journey through art
My sketches form a narrative and a visual history of my growth, my emotions, and my understanding of the world — first as an autistic child and later as an adult.
My early drawings reflect childhood obsessions and fears: loud menacing machines, vacuum cleaners, macerators, and intricate plumbing pipe systems.
An early association between pipes and the human reproductive, circulatory, and waste systems became an enduring fascination.
As my art evolved, my focus shifted towards people and expression. Faces began to appear — sometimes sad or menacing. Groups of chatting women emerged, Tiger and Leopard Brides in white gowns, both beautiful and terrifying — and Barry the trans cleaner.
Each stage mirrors my development from early childhood, through unhappy years in residential care, to my return home.
With each transition, my drawings became freer and more expressive. In my recent work, colour bursts forth with energy — I’ve finally found my voice.
Now at home with my sister, I create with passion and purpose. My art has become increasingly vibrant and full of life — a celebration of resilience and connection.
I invite you to see the world as I do: alive with texture, light, and infinite possibility. Art gives me a way to communicate and to belong — a voice that speaks clearly, beautifully, and uniquely my own.
