Tomorrow is my mother’s birthday and it honours me that her wish was my art. I asked her to brainstorm and she said “The High Priestess of Tarot, or a crow but in your style” and I did that.

My mother introduced me to art and painting at a very young age, we went to exhibitions, drew together and she kept every single shitty drawing I made when I was a kid.

The High Priestess shows calm and instinct and is a reminder to trust our inner voice and the knowledge within us and that is what she did all her life: protecting me from a narcissistic family, teaching me the importance of love, caring for others and communication. She survived a violent aortic dissection and multiple strokes (symbolised by the wound in the chest) some years ago that would have killed her but she didn’t give up and fought herself back to life.

Today, there is no bigger inspiration about trusting your own voice, not giving up on people and love. Fight fiercely but kind and fair. That creation thrones over destruction.

If she did not introduce me to music and art or didn’t encourage me as a kid to reveal myself and voice my feelings:

I would be dead today.

Happy Birthday Mum.