When you enter my salon you’ll be greeted with art and colour, but behind every paintbrush stroke there is a part of me and the story that led to one of the most popular hair salons in New South Wales, Australia.

This is a place where your hair dreams come true, a place where you can feel inspired and free. Clients exit my salon feeling glamorous, but what they may not know is hair art has saved me in many ways and is why I put every ounce of passion and dedication into doing your hair.

My life started in Wagga Wagga, New South Wales, my family and I relocated to Port Macquarie when I was 4 years old. I was a day dreamer and a day dancer, just because. Happy and free, one minute I would be dancing to Opera, the next to trance. The life you see today was just beginning, my colourful passion was not yet punctured.

Sadly, tragedy struck my life and what began was a downward spiral and one I struggled to fight against successfully for years. I am grateful for the support my family finally provided. It wasn’t their fault I felt so alone, I simply wasn’t capable of voicing what I was experiencing just yet. How do you even begin to explain to someone that your identity has been stripped from you, that I struggled to love myself or others? Diagnoses that crushed me; names of illnesses that were more of a title than my own name. My confusion and helplessness misunderstood by many, I isolated myself, except from those more broken than I was.

For years I found myself in a negative place. A striking cycle of destruction; the happy boy who once loved Opera was becoming a distant memory. In fact, it was like he never existed at all.