My Story

At 5 years old I watched my Grandmother play piano in the living room—I was utterly transfixed, and so moved by her playing. Ever since I joined her on the piano stool that day, I've been completely immersed in music.

I played piano, violin, and even went to University to study music—but the magic that moved people, like my Grandmother had, always felt out of reach. I felt like I was going through the motions—hitting the right notes, but never really striking a chord.

Feeling disillusioned with music I took a break after University. After experimenting with other art forms, I booked a singing lesson spontaneously on the bus home one day. My voice had always been one of my biggest insecurities, and this felt like it was the beginning of a radical reclamation—not just of music, but of myself.

Soon after, I began songwriting, and when I played my first song to a friend—a heartfelt admission of hope after trauma—and she cried, I knew that music had finally found its home within me: I could now harness music in a way that speaks to the heart.

Now, music is incredibly rich in my life—I am a music teacher, gently encouraging children and adults to nurture their passion, and I even DJ at a queer club night—honouring the rebellious teenager that would lose herself in a rave. 

My north star in my music practice is my singer / songwriter project, sprigs of heather, which is slowly starting to bloom.

I am currently working on my first album—a collection of haunting, heartfelt alternative folk / chamber pop—and building momentum with solo performances around Brighton, at my own event A Gathering of Witches, and elsewhere.

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