With the wilful power of an asteroid, she soars through space and time. Humanity is nothing without its sense for madness and excitement in looking to an ambiguous future. We look to the stars – in our futures, creative pursuits, and collective endeavors.

Thank you to the wild women who inspired this – I hope you’re soaring as we speak. 

Artist, Master of Law, Familiar Stranger. Snow believes couches are the beds of the busy and the ground is a welcoming cushion. She sometimes struggles to explain what she’s seeing or thinking, so she creates. Snow has a love for oil painting, but flirts with a wide variety of mediums. 

“I connect through colour – it helps me feel present. I hope it helps you to feel something unexpected.”

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