I didn’t start making art because I wanted to be an artist.
Art is therapy.
Having been grappled with autism, mental health struggles and all the associated communication barriers, I've found art to be a creative outlet to channel my thoughts, mental images, likes, dislikes, the daily goings-on onto something other people can visualize. Art has become a sanctuary where communication boundaries are transcended.
I didn’t start making art because I wanted to be an artist. In fact, I'd never even considered myself to be creative in any shape or form.
As fate would have it, amidst the chaos of health issues and uncertain tomorrows, dreams still burn.
It was in these moments of vulnerability that my imagination and creativity truly began to unleash.
I started creating because I needed a way to make sense of what was happening to me—internally, physically, emotionally. At a time when I felt overwhelmed, scared, and disconnected from my own body and mind, art became a quiet place where I could let it all out without needing to explain myself. It was never about technique or perfection. It was about survival.
As time went on, I noticed a theme emerging. My work kept slipping into imaginary worlds—whimsical, surreal, sometimes dreamlike or haunting. Fantasy gave me a language when reality felt too heavy or confusing to name. Through drawing, painting, and visual storytelling, I could shape spaces that were both strange and comforting, places that made room for contradiction, fragility, and wonder.
Living with complex health challenges—both visible and invisible—has shaped me in ways I’m still figuring out. Being autistic adds another layer to how I experience and express the world. Sometimes it's hard to put things into words, but creating helps me bridge that gap.
This site, messy as it may be, is a reflection of my life, both personal, as well as an amateur creator.
It’s about reflection, discovery, imagination, emotion, transformation, and everything in between.
I’m still exploring, still experimenting, learning, and still building dreams.
If you find something here that resonates with you, I hope it reminds you that you’re not alone—and that there’s magic in the messy parts, too.
So welcome to my worlds... personal (as Helen 1) and as Pink Marshmallow (aka Helen 2, life as a creator, explorer of myself and the outside world).
Watch my collection of work channel both my dreams as vast as the horizon and the turmoil of life, where every line tells a story and every pixel ignites imagination.
Keep my dreams alive and celebrate the therapeutic magic of creation, one piece at a time.
Your support, whether in the form of a message, a subscribe, by sharing or by word of mouth, or a purchase, means the world to me. It fuels my passion even more, and is a form of recognition, in a world where seemingly not many understand.
