If you’ve ever wondered what happens when a paintbrush meets a punchline, and a cat decides she’s the real muse, welcome to my studio – or, as I like to call it, “The Scene of the Crime”. My days as an illustrator are a perfect palette of artistic ambition, feline interference, and the gentle acceptance that my best-laid plans will probably end up with paw prints across them. Here’s the thing: in my world, laughter is just as essential as linseed oil. 

If you spend any time exploring my work, it won’t take long to notice a recurring cast of characters – cats. Big ones, small ones, grumpy ones, aloof ones, plotting ones (and aren’t they all?). People often ask why they feature so heavily in my illustrations. The truth is simple: they live here. And they are everywhere.

When the world turned upside down in 2020, like so many others, I found myself at home more than ever before. The streets fell silent, the routines we knew were suspended, and the usual hum of daily life became strangely muffled. At first, I’ll admit, I struggled to find my footing. The urge to create was still there, but what does one sketch when the world outside is reduced to one’s own four walls?