I wanted to share with you how my art comes alive, and why each piece feels like spellwork to me. The act of creating is never just about paper, pigment, or wood for me. Each piece begins long before the brush touches the page or the fire meets the grain. It begins in ritual, in the old way of weaving spirit into matter. Choosing the type of wood is already an act of magic and devotion.
Preparation
Before I begin, I clear my space, and clear myself. The space of creation needs to be fresh, and therefore the room I work in deserves to be cleansed of the daily disruptions.
When I work with watercolor and ink, I begin by infusing herbs in water charged beneath the full moon. This is the water I use to awaken the paints, carrying the memory of moonlight, flower and leaf into every stroke. Before I begin, I whisper a short incantation, a prayer, a calling-in of intention, a promise between me and the work that is about to take shape. I also call in the energy of the Goddess Brigid and Cernunnos.
For pyrography, there is no water, but there is still ritual: breath, herbs, the focus of fire. The wood holds its own spirit, and each line burned is like a rune — a permanent mark, both art and spell.
Creation
Once the ritual is set, the making begins. The ink flows like a river through me, or the hot burning tip crackles steady as it carves lines into basswood or birch. Each movement becomes less about technique and more about listening; listening to the materials, to the spirit of the piece, to what wants to be born through my hands.
The Sealing
When the piece is ready, I speak a charm aloud. This spoken blessing belongs to the work itself, and it travels with the art to its new home, so you can recite the same charm as you receive the artwork. Herbs are chosen with care, burned as incense, and the smoke touches the finished piece, sealing it. Many of my pieces carry sigils, some seen, some unseen. Each one is carefully crafted, a language of intent written into the layers of paint or etched into wood. Some whisper openly; others stay hidden, waiting quietly to work their magic.
To me, this practice makes art more than an image. It becomes an amulet, a companion, a spell set into color, line, and form. For those who live with these pieces, the ritual continues, they are touched by the intention and breath that went into their making.
This is how I walk the line between artist and healer: each brushstroke, each burn mark, each curl of smoke a way of weaving spirit into the everyday. And so every artwork leaves my hands not only as an image, but as a charm for whoever feels called to claim it.
If you feel called to invite one of these charms into your space, my current collection is waiting here 👉 Artworks
Brightest Blessings
Blossom