This Record is my hands, my heart and my voice. My ode to the lost art of love letters, and the folklore of human magic, the slow burn and the deeply thought, the oak wood and lavender scent, a life lived in long form. These songs are my footsteps both stumbled and caught, carved out of flowers, twirled under a silver moon, set in the stars and a songbirds humming tune.

My dance of belief in myself and my dreams, from lack of, to desperation for, from a glimpse returning, to faith once more. Through the love that came, went and stayed, from the person who was lost, remembered and found again. This Album is me in all my muchness. I wear my heart where I can see it, and I dive even if I've never been caught, because our world will always need more people reaching to love, to say a heart wore bare is too much, is like saying there are too many stars in the sky, and that is simply impossible. From London and California, to Australia,'Even Flowers Can Bruise' is my homecoming and my true arrival dressed in a sun setting on a moonlit sky, pastel pink,purple and blue.So as I give to you my little lullabies, I just hope to be a veil that washes over you, deep cleans your heart, shines your soul, and sends you into the sweetest dreams.