Becoming the Artist I Needed

A Story of Grit, Ink, and Reinvention 

There’s a strange kind of magic in choosing yourself. Not the soft, romantic kind,  the gritty, stubborn, quietly defiant kind. The kind that grows in the cracks after life has tried to split you open. That’s the magic that shaped me, and it’s the magic that fuels ‘’Till Death Us Do Art’’.

I didn’t wake up one morning and decide to become an artist. I became one slowly, through a thousand tiny rebellions: picking up a brush when I was exhausted, filming a process video when I doubted anyone cared, sketching ideas on scraps of paper between responsibilities. Art wasn’t a hobby. It was a lifeline, a way to carve out a space in the world that felt like mine.

The Gothic Thread That Pulled Me In

I’ve always been drawn to the darker side of beauty, the places where shadows soften into elegance, where decay becomes texture, where the macabre feels strangely comforting. It wasn’t a phase. It was a language. And once I realised I could speak it fluently through my work, everything changed.

My art became a mirror: a place where I could explore the parts of myself that didn’t fit neatly into daylight. The gothic aesthetic wasn’t about gloom. It was about honesty. It was about finding beauty in the things most people overlook.

Building a Brand From Bare Hands

Running Till Death Us Do Art isn’t just about creating pieces. It’s about filming, editing, writing, packaging, marketing, troubleshooting, and showing up even when the world feels heavy. It’s about being a one‑woman studio, a creative entrepreneur, and a storyteller all at once.

Some days I’m elbow‑deep in paint. Other days I’m elbow‑deep in technical writing, risk assessments, or financial disputes. It’s chaotic, but it’s mine. And every order, every message, every person who resonates with my work reminds me why I keep going.

The Community That Found Me

I never expected to become part of a wider creative movement, but the alternative and gothic art scene has a way of pulling people together. It’s raw, expressive, and beautifully unconventional. It’s a place where misfits become makers and makers become a collective force.

That’s why The Original Transmissions Collective matters so much to me. It’s not just a name, it’s a shared pulse. A space where artists can amplify each other, challenge each other, and build something bigger than any of us could alone.

Why I Keep Creating

• Because art is the one place where I don’t have to shrink.  
• Because the world feels clearer when I’m holding a brush.  
• Because someone out there needs the kind of art I needed years ago.  
• Because every piece I make is a reminder that I survived, adapted, and turned my story into something tangible.

This blog isn’t just about my work. It’s about the person behind it,  the stubborn, resilient, slightly chaotic artist who refuses to give up. If you’re here, reading this, you’re part of that story now.

And trust me… there’s so much more to come.