HIS PRESENCE FILLED MY STUDIO…
...CREATING A THIN PLACE BETWEEN HEAVEN AND EARTH
Come with me, and I’ll share with you how His presence marked me, His voice called me, and a thousand unseen moments prepared the way.
What you see now, paintings layered with prayer, bursting with hidden whispers of His voice, didn’t begin with art studies or technique.
It began with a Lion. A vision. A whisper. A nudge from the Holy Spirit to paint what I had no idea I could. That was the moment something awakened in me—something that had been buried beneath years of rebellion, searching, and sacred detours.
But before the canvas, before the calling, there was a girl who fell in love with art. She grew up and met the Father at seventeen. Marked forever. This is my journey of how He called me back, again and again. How He whispered through the wandering. And how, in the most unexpected ways, He brought me home—to the studio, to the brush, to the deep joy of creating with Him. Let me take you back.
THE FIRST MARKING
As a girl I fell in love with art before I understood that my hands were echoing Heaven
But at seventeen, Someone found me
It was the love of the Father—real, overwhelming, holy
I was marked in a moment
Undone
Flooded by His presence
Forever changed
But without community, that new flame flickered
Drift came quietly
University pulled me further
So did the years abroad
But through every rebellion, every unraveling,
He stayed with me
Leading, guiding and healing me…until I was securely found in Him
Many years later my love for art was resurrected deep within my heart, it happened like this…
THE LION
My friend had a DREAM. In the dream she saw THE LION OF JUDAH
Massive
Beautiful
Strong
Love in His eyes
She asked me to paint Him.
My response: “No! I really don’t do wildlife." Adding a disclaimer, I said “ IF I ever paint this, the Spirit of God Himself will have to literally take my hand and paint through me!” We had a good laugh and went our separate ways... Walking away I had this ‘knowing’ that I was going to paint the Lion...
Two weeks later I was worshipping and reading the scriptures when I was FILLED with INSPIRATION to paint the Lion that my friend saw in her dream...
I just started PAINTING.
No striving.
No pressure.
Just a sacred invitation, and then...
Two hours later I stood face-to-face with Him on canvas
Looking back, I realize that I was supernaturally empowered to do something beyond my natural ability
That was the moment everything changed...
CREATING WITH THE CREATOR
Art became worship
My studio a sanctuary,
a thin place between heaven and earth...
He began to teach me:
Creativity is not talent alone
It’s language
I asked Him if there was more to creation? More detail...
HE said: "When I create, I simply make my inner being visible to the world... and in the same way when you create, you reveal what I have formed inside of you."
Later I learnt that, this is why the condition of my heart matters as a creative
God showed me that before revealing Himself in any other way, He introduced Himself to humanity as Creator.
God created us through His imagination, and then placed within us a creative imagination of our own — a sacred place of communion with Him.
Every discovery seemed to open another door — revealing more of His heart, and more of my own identity in Him.
ANOINTED TO CREATE
Next I discovered Bezalel — I learnt that he was the first person to be filled with the Spirit of God in the Old Covenant...
and guess why God filled Him with His Spirit...for artistic craftmanship
This man was an artist
His story ignited something deep inside of me.
I began to see that beauty was never merely decorative to God. Throughout the Christian tradition, beauty has been treasured alongside truth and goodness as something that reveals His nature and draws the human heart toward Him.
Then came Zechariah 1
Four horns were sent to scatter and intimidate Gods people
He responded by sending
four artisans to terrify the four horns
WHAT IF ART ISN’T ONLY DECORATION, BUT INTERCESSION?
I started wondering, what if art isn’t only decoration, but revelation of wonder and His Presence, what if beauty does more than decorate life — what if it reveals life
I started believing that beauty in art can pierce the heart and awaken us to eternity.
That brushstrokes are warfare and beauty is how heaven breaks in.
By this time, I was painting commissioned pieces,
soaked in prayer,
created for the ones He loves.
My studio became more than a creative space: it became a ministry… it became my secret place.
FROM THE SECRET PLACE TO THE STAGE
In 2019, our family moved to Redding, California to attend Bethel School of Supernatural Ministry.
I carried two quiet fears:
to prophesy,
and to paint in front of others.
On the first day, a stranger turned to me and said:
“I see you painting on stage.
God says it’s not for you. It’s for the people.”
I knew what He meant but I just couldn't share this intimate space with anyone else...
I said: "God, I can't do this..."
Still, He called.
And when I asked why He felt so distant,
He said,
“You need to paint on stage.”
THE HAND OF GOD
By God's grace He enabled me to say yes...
The night before, He told me what to paint:
His hand.
My husband had seen it that morning in a vision of me painting on stage,
stepping back from the canvas,
revealing God’s hand...
Arriving with nothing more that four pencils and an A2 canvas, someone told me I’d never finish in 40 minutes.
Anxiety hit.
Lies came in waves.
But truth broke through:
even one line can carry His presence.
I stepped onto the stage.
And in twenty minutes, it was done.
Testimonies poured in.
Healing.
Prophetic encounters.
His love pouring out through graphite on canvas.
Art had become prophetic. A vessel. A voice. A ministry.
CALLED BEYOND THE CANVAS
Since then, this journey has only deepened.
Through prophetic art workshops,
live paintings,
commissioned pieces and exhibitions in spaces like Kamers Vol Geskenke / Makers,
I’ve watched Him speak through art so powerfully.
I’ve seen Heaven break into lives and His beauty unlocking hearts.
AN INVITATION TO WONDER
As you explore my work,
may you lean in.
To the wonder hidden just for you.
He still speaks.
He still calls.
And maybe…
just maybe…
He’s speaking to you now.
