I am passionate about transmuting art and poetry from life. Embodying both the fire and potential of the creator and the muse. Wielding the limitless freedom of making your life a dance, not a definition. My medicine is your liberation. I am in service to sovereignty in belonging. Staying in tune to your own voice in the orchestra. I have always been interested in the liminal spaces between, beyond the confinement of boxes. I began my journey at University studying Psychology, Gender Studies, Philosophy and Art. I am well versed in the dynamics of human emotion and behaviour, the mechanics of our inner landscapes and the transformative power of art. But it was my decade long descent into hell.. the darkness and suffocation of major depression, suicide, and chronic fatigue that gave me the real embodied schooling and visceral wisdom. Forging my heart and flesh into the warrior that has stood at the frontline of the bloody battleground, not just the mind that executes from the safety of the sidelines, from the safety of theory. I am interested in occupying the intersections between mind and body, theory and embodiment, science and art, spiritualism and earthly delights and realities, self and other, madness and sanity, light and dark, death and creation. The interpenetration of opposites. I was born in Indonesia to Anglo Australian and Vietnamese parents. I was originally named after a famous Indonesian warrior woman who led guerrilla forces and fought off the Dutch colonialists on horseback in the name of freedom. I didn’t much feel like a warrior. I felt like a nurturer, a mother, a deeply heart centred feeler. I now realise the heart is the greatest warrior. And stripping yourself down naked and being deeply vulnerable can be just as courageous as donning armour and a sword and forging into battle, both reflections of the ancient feminine warrior spirit. That our greatest powers and gifts, often come from the ways in which we are labelled “outsiders”, in the healing wounds of oppression. I have known what it is to sip the elixir from the darkness. To be ripped open and reborn through the initiation of motherhood, the birthing and raising of my two children. To witness living, fleshy proof of one’s ability to create from the void. Through this journey I learned to worship the intimate spaces. The divine details, the macrocosm reflected in the microcosm. The poetic bridge between the personal and the universal. The embodied alchemy of the archetypal realms. The intricate synchronicities of life. I am an artist. I am a mother. I am vulnerability. I am courage. I am the butterfly and the raven. I am skeletal woman. I am the life death life cycle. I am the skeletal key. Into your descent into hell and back again, safely… into rebirth. Reclamation. Aliveness. Wielding the magic of your power and creativity from this abyss.