In the quiet dialogue between colour and silence, something within begins to move.

A shape, a rhythm, a whisper of feeling

A story finding its way into form.

 

Through the language of the arts, we listen to what words cannot hold.

Here, creation becomes a gentle path,

a remembering,

a return,

a way of coming home to oneself.

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Art has always been my way of listening.
listening to the whispers of the unknown,
the mysteries of life revealed through colour, silence, emotion, movement, and rhythm.

Through these expressions, I listen to life itself,
its unfolding, its sorrow and joy, its endless becoming.

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In expressive arts therapy, that same creative listening becomes a bridge
between imagination and healing.

We explore through movement, painting, rhythm, storytelling, and play.
Each line, each sound, each movement becomes a way of discovering inner strength
and giving shape to what words cannot hold.

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My approach follows the rhythm of intermodal expression,
moving freely between art forms so that what is alive in the moment can find its own voice.

 

It is not about talent or technique, but about allowing the creative process
to guide us toward presence, awareness, and transformation.

 

I offer individual expressive arts therapy sessions for children, youth, and adults,
both online and in person (at Footprints Therapy in Innisfil).
Each session is shaped around the person’s needs.
whether to navigate change, release tension, process emotions, or reconnect with the imagination.

 

I also facilitate community and group sessions exploring belonging, identity,
and resilience through creativity.
some offered in collaboration with COSTI, ILFO, and the Small World Music Society.

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Through this work, I have witnessed again and again
that imagination is a quiet compass.
a way to find ourselves when words fall away,
and to remember the colours that live inside us.

 

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Each session is a small act of creation,
a moment of listening, of witnessing, of becoming.
 

Through paint, rhythm, or movement,
something unseen begins to speak,
and what was once silent finds its voice.

In this shared creative space,
healing unfolds not as a destination,
but as a rhythm, 
a quiet remembering of wholeness,
a tender return to aliveness.