From Wheelchair to Canvas

A LITTLE ABOUT MY JOURNEY:

A couple of years ago, on a Canadian winter’s day in Penticton, I sat in a wheelchair by the icy shore of Lake Okanagan. I’d made it out of bed for the first time in months. Though my body was riddled with pain and exhaustion, I smiled. Despite being told I might never recover, I knew I’d be okay—I had more art to share with the world. I vowed to make that happen as I listened to the faint ice chime against the shore and prayed for health.

A few years before moving from the Welsh village of Ynysmedwy to this beautiful city, Penticton, nestled between two lakes, I faced a rare autoimmune illness that left me bedridden and in need of 24-hour care. That time changed me profoundly, deepening my connection to my spirit and my purpose as an artist. I miraculously recovered.

This summer, after a swim in the lake, I stood firm on the sand, feeling whole again, and knew—I could finally fulfill my promise of painting more art to share with the world.