After crashing out of Art higher education at 19 in a blaze of burnout and disappointing experiences, I put down the paintbrush and I settled into life as an introverted creative in a seaside town in the English West Country. The rather abrupt end to my potential fine art career before it had even really started was bittersweet, a classic example of big dreams turning into bitter memories - but looking back, I know I made the necessary call at the time. Instead, I moved in a different direction, making a living from sewing whilst exploring music and other creative outlets.
Eventually, almost a decade on during the 2020 pandemic I picked up a paintbrush again and re-acquainted myself with art. It was like meeting up with an old friend. We hadn’t parted on the best of terms and I had a lot to catch up on. It was – and is - a delight. I bought some new paints – one of which was claimed to be the world’s blackest black acrylic paint. I nicknamed it “void paint” and became a staple of this new era of artwork - The name ‘V.O.I.D’ became a natural extension of that.
My ‘studio’ is in my living room, assembled from what I believe started it’s life as a hobbycraft shipping box and cushions I’ve nicked from my husband’s favourite armchair. My easel is a musician’s flight case, canvases propped up against a large PA system and wedged behind a piano – lining hallways and blocking cupboards. Pot noodles and fancy Scotch. Chaotic and wonderful – a perfect counterbalance to the more meticulous way I like to approach my artwork.
I sold my first painting in the summer of 2021, and almost immediately spent the proceeds on exciting new paints and the largest canvases my supplier had available. I had a piece displayed in an exhibition at a local gallery later the same year. A new chapter had well and truly started and I’m excited to see where it leads.
I still sew, and I am still a musician – creating the soundworlds and thundery soundtracks to match my art aesthetics. I am also V.O.I.D, and sometimes I paint.