I've lived most of the beginning of my life, situated in a town just on the border before Dartmoor! Surrounded by the folklore, tales of witches and carriages made of bone. However it wasn't always this enchanting for me growing up. The following story might be triggering!

I grew up as one of Jehovah's Witnesses, I was born in and continued to follow the teachings, up until I was about 18. It was a horrible experience for me, I spent a good chunk of my development years in fear. I was constantly anxious and I never really got to know myself. I was abused! I lost all my friends when I left, I lost a part of myself! 

I went through a lot of changes and I still am. Unfortunately, because of my upbringing, I am quite poorly! I suffer from anxiety, depression, my body developed IBS in response to the stressful triggers. I turned to witchcraft pretty much as soon as I left. I always had a morbid curiosity for the stranger things in life. It was a massive change.

I was always very crafty and arty! Over the years my tastes and interests changed. I started to experiment with taxidermy, turning them into both collectable pieces and wearable art. I gave myself some space to explore different mediums! I finally found a place where my art and witchcraft mix. 

I want to share my creations with you! I want to finally be able to make a living and shove a massive finger to people who knew me.