Art Nurtures Wellness

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Putting the tools in your hands to support mental wellness and make something beautiful.

Rainbow matching nail joy. Mama and kiddo nail salon trip today. Getting the best of moments into the school holidays. T...
25/07/2025

Rainbow matching nail joy. Mama and kiddo nail salon trip today. Getting the best of moments into the school holidays. Thank you for treating us both so well today.

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Shaped by water,Built by hand,Each stone a pause,Without a plan.Layer on layer,Echoes unaligned,Each carries the weight,...
18/07/2025

Shaped by water,
Built by hand,
Each stone a pause,
Without a plan.

Layer on layer,
Echoes unaligned,
Each carries the weight,
Of weathered time.

A search for meaning,
A moment to be,
A quiet meditation,
Beside the sea.

Today, I am the rainbow. 🌈I feel like walking joy in this  dress. It gives me dopamine dressing with enough of a black u...
15/07/2025

Today, I am the rainbow. 🌈
I feel like walking joy in this dress. It gives me dopamine dressing with enough of a black undercurrent to feed my goth soul.

Why be beige when you can be a disco starburst?

👉 What colour are you wearing today?










I've been quietly off here for a little while, taking time to focus on my health. But the creative urge hasn’t gone anyw...
10/07/2025

I've been quietly off here for a little while, taking time to focus on my health. But the creative urge hasn’t gone anywhere—just shifted into quieter ways of noticing.

Everyday life still hands me rainbows. In snail trails and sandwich seeds, cheeky warning signs, scattered petals, strange lions, and hospital signs that accidentally raise a smile. The colour is still here. So am I.

If you enjoy this kind of thing, I’m hoping to check in weekly(ish) with a little rainbow round-up from the world around me. Not curated or posed—just the bright, weird, wonderful things that remind me to keep going.

Because even when things feel hard… there’s still joy in the ordinary.
There’s still colour.
There’s still something worth noticing.

Too hot for clothes? Use your leg as a paint pallet! I own a wet pallet that I love, but sometimes I only have a small a...
01/07/2025

Too hot for clothes? Use your leg as a paint pallet! I own a wet pallet that I love, but sometimes I only have a small amount of room, and it's just easier to mix paint on my own body. I dont know why.

Yes, I am doing a paint-by-numbers. I've been having a whole host of medical issues lately, and I need to reduce my stress, so I thought this would give me all the joy of colour and paint without any of the decision making. It's a colouring book but with paint.

There isn't only one way to live a creative life. It doesn't always have to be drawing and painting from scratch. Colour something in.

How are you coping with the heat in the UK right now? Or are you elsewhere?

✨ Solstice Check-In ✨It’s been a little quieter over here lately—partly by necessity, partly by choice.I’ve been dealing...
22/06/2025

✨ Solstice Check-In ✨

It’s been a little quieter over here lately—partly by necessity, partly by choice.

I’ve been dealing with some health things (hello, wildly uncooperative blood pressure 👋) and realising I’ve needed to turn inward. Less outward expression, more inward tending.

This season has asked me to pause, to listen, to let myself receive rather than constantly produce. Fewer finished pieces, more sitting with what’s raw and unfinished. Less output. More input.

Last night I stepped into a beautiful solstice circle—lit by flowers, stones, candlelight, and care. It reminded me that even when we feel a little unravelled, we can still belong.

🌞 Wishing you softness in your own shifts, wherever you are.



📸 Alt text: A circular flower and crystal altar glows in dim light, centred around two candles—one upright, one in a pink lotus holder. A figure of a seated woman watches over from above.

Sometimes, the mess is the method.Trying (again) to wrangle the wild beasts that are my pens, pastels, markers, chalks, ...
09/06/2025

Sometimes, the mess is the method.
Trying (again) to wrangle the wild beasts that are my pens, pastels, markers, chalks, crayons, and mystery items.

The first photo is what my brain looks like most days. There's a certain beauty to be found in the rummage, in the colour, in the noise of it all. If I can find it.... Creativity doesn’t come from sterile order. It grows in the inky fingerprints and pastel dust, but only of I can find the tool i need. So, into the see-through flight cosmetics bags, they go. Because out of side would mean out of mind

Do you sort your art tools by colour? Type? Emotional connection? Or do you dive into a box like a lucky dip and see what your hands find first?

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Something is shifting, and the only way I’ve known how to hold it is through drawing.I’ve started HRT recently, and it’s...
03/06/2025

Something is shifting, and the only way I’ve known how to hold it is through drawing.

I’ve started HRT recently, and it’s stirred up more than just hormones. My mental health’s been a bit of a tide—some days I ride the wave, some days I just try not to go under.

I have the skills. The medication. The tools. Some days I use them beautifully. Other days I tumble into short-term comforts that don’t always serve me—but feel good in the moment.

These faces have been my companions. Drawing them has felt like a slow, strange tarot reading—except I’m the one making the cards as I go.
Layered. Fractured. Full of meaning I’m still uncovering.

They’re not finished. Neither am I.

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Four colourful mixed-media portraits of women’s faces, each painted over torn book pages. The faces are expressive and layered with collage elements—shapes, fragments, and textures in bright hues of red, purple, yellow, and blue. Each portrait feels distinct, evoking different moods and personalities, as if part of a symbolic deck or personal mythology.

Half-term activities always seem to take twice as long to set up as they do to actually enjoy—and the clean-up? That oft...
31/05/2025

Half-term activities always seem to take twice as long to set up as they do to actually enjoy—and the clean-up? That often doesn’t quite get finished. But iced biscuits are the exception: most of the mess gets eaten! I have such fond memories of doing this with my grandmother—mixing up a bit of icing and decorating shop-bought biscuits with whatever sprinkles we had. These days, I offer a wide range of toppings, which really helps my youngest, who’s cautious with new foods. It’s also a great way for both kids to practise decision-making, develop fine motor skills, explore sensory play, and even build a little confidence through creative choices. Creativity isn't always about drawing and mark-making.

Sketching faces on painted hook pages has become my sanctuary recently. Which one draws you in today?
28/05/2025

Sketching faces on painted hook pages has become my sanctuary recently. Which one draws you in today?

I’ve been quiet on here—thank you for your patience. We’ve all been under the weather, and it’s taken longer than I’d li...
25/05/2025

I’ve been quiet on here—thank you for your patience. We’ve all been under the weather, and it’s taken longer than I’d like to feel anything close to normal again. This was my first real walk in days, and though I’m still not quite my usual self, nature showed up for me in the most gentle, radiant way.

A full rainbow revealed itself in flowers, leaves, and petals, one colour at a time. From red to violet and even a pink carpet of rhododendron blooms at the end—please do swipe to the last photo, it’s something special.

Sometimes, the best thing we can do is rest, heal, and step back outside when we’re ready. The world waits.

Which colour catches your eye today?








Just when the rhythm of life had begun to return,a small hand reached out again—soft, uncertain, needing.Chronic illness...
19/05/2025

Just when the rhythm of life had begun to return,
a small hand reached out again—
soft, uncertain, needing.

Chronic illness doesn’t ask for timing. He's so young to go through so much.
So for now, I am mum. Fully, fiercely, tenderly.

Thank you for your patience. I’ll be back when I can, but for now, I’m needed here.

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