Born in Brighton, England in  1967, Karen soon learnt to draw and paint. First it was her mums lipsticks on the walls, moving up to crayons. You know the kind with the 1 silver or gold crayola in the pack. The sharpener at the back! Then moving up to t-shirt paints and painting on leather jackets. At the age of 3, her family moved to Canada. Here she spent most of her youth before embarking on her world travels to the America's, Far East and Europe.  After years of not doing anything what so ever, well except for travelling the world, delving into things she shouldn't have. Which led her to the dark side and back again. She finally settled down and started a family. It was not until she had finished her Art History and Oil painting courses, that she felt the confidence to paint on canvas and board.  The peace and serenity inspired her to paint again, But not the naive cartoons she once cherished. Seeing what her children have to face when they grow up has opened her eyes to the paths of horror which are out of her hands. Here she hopes to envoke a sense of curiosity and sereneness with the naive creatures she paints or the dreamy seascapes you could lose yourself in. She is exploring new boundries all the time.  She regards Frida Kahlo as her main inspiration, along with anime, Keane, and day to day life.  She still listens to vinyl and probably the only person in the world without an IPOD.  She prefers vintage clothing and loathes boutiques. There is something to be said about finding a beautiful item that you have to work for rather than entering into a shop with fifty of the same garments on the rack. Her paintings have been exhibited and sold worldwide. Karen especially enjoys doing charity work as the rewards far out weigh any monatary means.   Karen lives on the edge of the downs , in the south of England. Where the fog links the underworld and reality. On a foggy night you can hear the dead whisper, and see them dancing on the common,beckoning you to join them. Just once maybe she has.............

Having been quite shy all my life I have found Painting a way of expressing myself.  What started out as therapy for my soul, has turned into therpy for others.  I have always been drawn to paintings or images that speak volumes without words.  Like the old silent films, which I cherish.  The Turner skys, that to me are indescribable yet the emotion they envoke in me is so deep.  Sometimes when I create my skies I find myself getting lost in them.  I am always looking upward, toward the horizon, dreaming.... My dreams, yes they are full of images.  Flashing on my eye lids like my own projector.  Do others feel this?  My body sleeps at night but my mind awakens.  The two are in a constant battle with each other.  I also feel ever so strongly about the whole balance of life.  The light and the dark.  For one cannot truly exist without the other.  I try and reflect each in my work.  A solitary dark tree, strong and alluring.  But then a huge vessel of light beckoning behind.  But which one is stronger?  Only you hold your own key.....