Here’s what I need you to know about me:

I’ve been an artist my whole. You know like these famous people, that claim they’ve been doing the very thing they are famous for, since before they could even walk.

It’s not quite like that I was born with a brush in my hand, but I do not recall a time in my life, where I wasn’t creative.

In fact I do remember my mom asking me, if soon my head would start growing big bubbles, because my ideas just wouldn’t stop coming.

And it’s truly been like that ever since.

There was a time in my life, where I pondered, whether my constant flow of ideas, was a curse, because at times it is hard to maintain focus on one thing, when there is a million other ideas trying to rush in and claim my attention. Over the years I simply learnt to hone in and work with my creativity and not against it, it isn’t always linear, just like healing or progress itself isn’t and I simply learnt to trust the process and surrender whenever I’m asked to.

I consider myself very lucky and blessed, my parents were very supportive with my creative endeavors, from an early age.
I never had anyone in my ear, saying that I can’t do something creative as a job - my parents taught me to be reasonable, but they never stifled the artist within me.

So it wasn’t to their surprise that, once I finished school, my career of choice would be a creative one.

I trained to become a make up artist at one of the most prestigious theatres in Berlin, which included wig making and special effects.

I always knew that employment and working for someone else, wasn’t my path, so once my training was finished I became a freelancer.

I’ve always known how to work hard and achieve my goals, once I’ve set my stubborn mind to it. It often came at a price, tho.

I started traveling internationally with my job as a make up artist and hair stylist. I was living my dream. New York fashion week. Shoots for big brands and magazine, including Lous Vuitton and Adidas. Over the span of two years I could barely catch a breath and struggled to keep up cleaning my brushes.

Over those years, I’ve learnt, that these careers surrounding the fashion or advertising industry, aren’t as glamorous as they might sound.

They are far from that. The days are long, the pay is average, you’re always in competition or worry that someone else might lowball you or you are simply not fast enough in responding to a request and the job is gone.

And everyone is stressed ALL THE TIME. Leaving great experiences and wonderful teamwork often behind.

I’ve had some wonderful jobs as well, but unfortunately my experience was, the more fun the crew and the gig the more average the pay, if it was paid at all.

aAnd the higher paid the job was, the less joy I had in them. So my pay increased, because I choose my jobs dependent on whether it would help climbing up the ladder, but my overall happiness didn’t.

To paint the overall picture a little clearer as well on why I was working like a mad woman to chase this career goal I had set:

1 year into my apprenticeship I got a call from my mom saying they had found a tumour in her spine and the doctors were looking for the original tumor, since they had the suspicison that the one they found in her spine, was simply spreading from another original tumour. And they did, they found it in her liver. Inoperable.

So my mom had cancer.

For 2 years my mom fought, treatment after treatment, but looking back, I understand now, it went so much deeper than that. She struggled a lot with her diagnosis itself and why she deserved the sickness, since she was living healthy and considered herself a good person. It broke her mentally and I believe that’s what killed her faster than the cancer did. Spoiler alert.

So 6 months before I had my final exam to finish my 3 year long training and stepping into self-employment, my mom passed away.

She lost the fight, resulting in me experiencing the most earth-shattering loss and having no idea how to cope with it.

So I did two things, I buried myself in work, and I smoked weed daily, to compensate and numb the grief, that would overcome me, when i wasn’t busy.

I did this for a good two years , destroying myself slowly until I realized that I didn’t just became more and more unhappy, I also became more riddled with anxiety and bitter, to a degree that no one in their mid 20s should be.

From the outside everything looked more than well. I was a good looking, successful young woman, with a loving partner, but the cracks started to show.

I became more and more burnt out by the day, until one day everything changed and I was presented with an opportunity to reconsider my life and choices, to change it all and give my life a complete new direction.

Of course it was all a build up and me always having been someone that thinks a lot, I started to realize that I wasn’t happy and that change was necessary.

So I took the chance presented to me and within 3 months I packed up my things In berlin, germany and moved to melbourne, australia.

At first, the intention was to go for a 6 months trip, but as soon as I landed, I felt something inside me say: THIS is where you need to be.

6 months turned into almost a decade and before moving to Bali, Australia felt more home, than Berlin ever did, mainly because In that period of time I took the time, not just to find myself but also to embrace and love myself with everything that I am.

But let’s not jump ahead too quickly.

Just as serendipitous, this chance to go to australia landed in my lap, it didn’t stop there. Over the course of the next year, fate was on my side and one thing lead to another, which started to shift my relationship to spirituality.

I’ve started to listen and follow the signs, the universe presented me. I started writing and drawing again after a decade of cursing pen and paper and soon after I re-opened this door of a rediscovered dream.

I landed a tattoo apprenticeship. A career I had been dreaming off since I was 15 but never thought I would be able to accomplish.

I had no idea, how to do it, but all I knew, I wanted it so badly and I trusted that I would figure it out. So I did.

I was drawing and creating day and night.

A fire had lit up inside of me, that couldn’t be suffocated.

So in awe and grateful for the opportunity, to learn to tattoo and also people liking my art and wanting it on their skin, is still to this day, one of the things, that takes my breath away and fills my heart with gratitude and wonder.

Fast forward a couple more years, I unfortunately ended up in a similar spiral, like I had been before I left Berlin.

I was overly consumed with the need to accomplish more. Hoping one day it would result in me feeling good enough, filling that deep dark void inside of me, but no matter how much I tattooed and how many months ahead I was booked out, no matter how much money I was making, it only resulted in the same thing.

Depressive episodes, feeling inadequate and worthless and experiencing burn out after burn out.

This time around I had also developed a pretty bad relationship with alcohol, that did me more bad than good, yet I told myself I needed this habit. For many years to come.

It wasn’t until the world came to a standstill during covid, that everything literally crumbled underneath me and despite my poor attempts to hold it all together, to stop myself from falling apart.

Eventually I realized I had to let myself fall apart, so I could hopefully and finally put myself back together in a way that was more healthy than I had done previously.

I also came to see, that this overworking myself, was still a reoccuring pattern, to not have to deal with, feel or fully encompassing the pain that was still lingering of my moms death.

It had been almost 10 years at that stage, yet I never allowed myself to fully grief. Tbh I didn’t know what that meant.

I cried ever so often, but I didn’t know how to feel and experience my emotions fully without feeling like I’d fall apart. I didn’t know how to properly support my self and I knew even less how to ask for help, let alone letting myself be seen in my vulnerability.

My walls were high and they were built solidly. I had made sure of that over the years, trapping myself and my pain deep inside.

During lockdown I started journaling and writing again.

It was cathartic. I also started meditating and educating myself.

I reignite a fire inside me again, I became inspired to learn.

A feeling that had slowly died in the process of overworking myself again and again. I almost lost the spark and the passion that I had for tattooing because of it.

Not because I didnt love what I did, but because I used it in a way to fill voids inside of me, that could never be filled externally.

The voids of inadequacy I had been carrying since childhood, the fear of abandonment, I always had, which got even worse after my moms passing and the self-loathing, that resulted in self-abuse, trust issues and body-dysmorphia.

I truly was my own worst enemy and there was lots of layers I had to peel away to get to the bottom of everything, but I started to learn more about emotional intelligence and therefore became more aware and understanding of myself.

Eventually I sought out support, through coaches, mentors and other mental health professionals and I already felt a new niggle arise, on my journey of self-discovery.

I came to understand, that even though I love art and it is so engrained into my authentic expression and being, the one thing, that filled me with the most passion, was deeply connecting with others, creating and holding safe spaces for them and through that realisation, I knew I wanted to learn the tools, needed to support people and their mental health and emotional well-being properly.

So I became a holistic counsellor. I deepened not just my skills, to support people but also deepened the understanding and awareness around my self and what had led me to this point in life.

Just as life goes, there is always unexpected changes and curveballs the universe likes to throw at you, when you least expect it.

So I came to a new crossroad, where I eventually decided to leave my home in Australia behind and through more niggles and nudges from the universe I ended up in Bali, where I have been building a peaceful and fulfilling life for my self, based on my very own terms & conditions, the past 3 years.

Two of my greatest accomplishments in life is, to have taken the time, to learn and teach myself, how to be someone that loves me and to have build a life, I do not need a holiday from.

I worship and express myself creatively every day. Whether that is through the form of writing, painting, tattooing, holding space for others in form of 1:1 sessions or retreat and workshop spaces or in form of sharpening my skills in martial arts or following any other niggle and idea my brain came up with, unexpectedly.

I support my self unconditionally, I trust my self with conviction and I follow my heart, because I have learnt and collected enough evidence, that it will always guide me either to peace or happiness.

If you feel called to connect, whether that’s for tattoos, mental or emotional support or for a collaboration of some sort, I’m excited to hear from you.

I trust that, it is meant to happen.

I’ve been an artist for as long as I can remember. Creative expression has always been my compass and a deeply engrained part of me. From makeup artistry in Berlin’s fashion scene to tattooing across Australia, my path has never followed a straight line, but it’s always been deeply guided by intuition, trust in the universe, and a stubborn fire within me.

My career began with international work in makeup and hair from berlin to New York City, collaborating with brands like Louis Vuitton and Adidas. But behind the glossy surface, I was silently suffering & that pain became my unraveling —grieving the loss of my mother, numbing myself with work and substances, measuring my worth by productivity and shackled by my perceived inadequacies. Burnout became my baseline.

A spontaneous yet intentional move to Melbourne cracked something open. What was meant to be a six-month trip turned into nearly a decade of self-reclamation. I found my voice again through drawing, writing, and eventually, tattooing - a dream I’d buried since my teens. Creating art that lives on others' skin became sacred to me and lead me back deeper to my own essence & understanding.

But even in this dream, old patterns followed: the hustle, the avoidance, the ache of unprocessed grief. COVID brought everything to a halt and finally, I gave myself permission to fall apart. What followed was the slow, deliberate work of putting myself back together with care. I sought therapy, mentorship, and spiritual connection. I studied emotional intelligence, learned to sit with discomfort, and began rewriting my inner narratives.

Eventually, I trained as a holistic counsellor to hold space for others the way I had needed it held for me. That calling to support others is now interwoven with all I do.

In time, I followed another intuitive nudge and moved to Bali, where I’ve spent the past few years creating a life I don’t need a holiday from. A life that is soft, creative, and self-led. A life built on my own terms.

Today, I work at the intersection of art and healing: tattooing, painting, writing, mentoring, facilitating retreats and 1:1 sessions, and listening deeply to the quiet truths within. I trust myself completely now and that trust & truth has become my foundation.

If you’re here because something resonates and you feel called to connect, whether it’s for a tattoo, emotional support, or a collaboration, I trust it’s for a reason. I’m glad our paths have crossed and excited to hear from you .