About

Where it all began…

It was early morning, in the fall of 2023. I sat at my desk as an accountant, surrounded by the sterile glow of spreadsheets and pension reports. The quiet buzz of the coffee machine hummed, a mechanical heartbeat to a routine life. Outside, a gas station’s fluorescent light in the thick fog, its light seemingly suspended in the stillness. It was dark, a world still dreaming, except for the Tim Hortons employees deep frying delicious donuts and brewing not-so-delicious but drinkable coffee.

I don’t know why, but that morning was different. I turned on my favorite music composer, Yann Tiersen, then something just shifted inside me. A clash. A textbook definition of an epiphany. A psychological fracture. A knowing that refused to be ignored. In that fragile and quiet morning, a single thought took root: This isn’t my life.

The career and structure I had built felt like a script I had memorized but never written. In that moment of clarity, I saw it for what it was: someone else’s dream, handed to me like a well-pressed uniform, tidy and suffocating. I made a promise to myself then: I would not ignore this feeling. I would let my mind dream freely of the life I truly wanted and, more importantly, I would not stop until it became real.

That morning became my turning point—my shift. Like a pot of water on the boil, covered too tightly, shaking with pressure and threatening to spill over. I saw the mess that would follow if I ignored it: a life wasted, years burned in a quiet misery. I could almost see my future self—a middle-aged shadow, bitter and spent, having followed advice from others too afraid to live authentically themselves.

But this feeling wasn’t despair—it was liberation. For the first time in years, I listened to my own voice and I knew I would never be the same.

Fast forward to today, and that voice is all I hear. The compliant accountant, the people pleaser, the dutiful follower—that persona has long since faded into silence.

Where I am now…

Now, my so-called delusion is my compass. It guides every decision, every creative act, every piece of art I bring into the world. This delusion—this unshakable belief in my vision—is not something you can learn in a classroom or buy with any amount of money. It is a force within all of us, waiting to be unleashed, capable of shaping realities beyond imagination.

What you see in my work is not merely art—it’s resilience, and reclamation. Every piece I create is bold, unapologetic, and carefully planned, born from months of chaos and labor. Each one begins as a disaster, a chaotic mess, until it surrenders into something I love.  

These textural sculptures are not just to be seen but experienced. They are meant to be touched, felt, understood with our senses and our soul. I do not finish a piece until it holds a certain energy—something alive, something that has the potential to influence.  

To anyone who sees my work, know this: what you witness is the final product of a journey paved with risk, discipline, and authenticity. The delusion is the fire that makes all things possible. I want to inspire others to find their own delusion and belief in themselves to pursue a path that feels like their purpose.

My name is Mel. I am from Nova Scotia, Canada and currently living in Eastern Province, Saudi Arabia. I have been immersed in the world of art for most of my life. Over the course of more than two decades of exploration, trial, and growth, I have discovered a harmonious blend of mediums that resonate with me the most. I specialize in creating original textural structures that are meticulously sculpted that are designed to stand out against the AI world we live in today. I use a mixture of resins, clays, and plasters to create the textural shapes and I finish them with spray paints, pastels, acrylics, and airbrush paints.

I launch my new exhibition in Q1 2025.