My Vision
Magic for real humans in real life.
A soft rebellion against a world that forgot how connected we all are, a world that has forgotten MAGIC IS REAL.
I am the one who feels deeply, sees more than I can explain, and know we’re not as different as we pretend to be.
If you’ve ever felt too much, too human, too aware, you’ll probably feel at home here.
Because underneath the noise, the labels, the stories we’re all made of the same spark…
just walking each other home in our own weird ways.
If there’s one thread that’s carried me through my whole life, it’s this:
I NEVER STOP
BELIEVING IN MAGIC
What I Do ✨
I create art and spaces that help you:
Bringing MAGIC, faith, and joy back into ordinary life;
The fusion of ancient wisdom within a modern world.
Right where the world taught you to feel fear, shame, and guilt.
- NOT on a mountaintop.
- NOT on retreat.
- NOT in the highlight moments.
But in the school run. In the kitchen chaos.
In the late-night overthinking.
In the “why am I like this?” spiral.
WHERE IT STARTED
THE SEARCH FOR SOMETHING MORE.
I began yoga at 15 , my spirit was asking for somewhere soft to land.
By 19 I was teaching children with additional needs. By 20 I was completing my 200hr training… and realising quickly that the way spirituality was sold in the West didn’t match the truth I could feel in my bones.
School pushed me to uni, dropped out once from Fashion and then...
Occupational Therapy. I felt something more but still something missing. A dying man cried because I asked him how he was (because noone had the decency to ask him like a human being)and the system was designed to scolded me for “taking too long”, for just taking a little bit longer on a friday afternoon to treat a "patient" as an actual person. That was the day I chose truth over approval. Care over convenience. Humanity over systems.
I dropped out. For the second time.
I left.
Decided to move to London and design an art exhibition based on the principles I learnded at uni to bring people together. Grabbed my stuff and was gone before I could even pick up my certificate for my degree ( what does a piece of paper mean anyway)
ART AS MY FIRST LANGUAGE
My art has always known who I was before I did.
I painted women’s stories in London
(The VOW - Voice.Of.Women Collection). From Hollywoood actors to my next door neighbour. I believe that everyone has a story to tell and are worthy of being hung proud on a wall. No-one more important than the next, all sacred life.
Next ...
to the Strip Club
From a strip club to the Amazon jungle — who would’ve guessed?
My art has always had one heartbeat: seeing the divinity, the magic in places people love to judge.
An exhibition in the strip club, honouring dancers, sex workers, athletes — the ones the world misunderstands.
I didn’t communicate it perfectly (and yes, I upset people I actually wanted to stand beside). Lesson learned: intention is nothing without clarity.
My art became my compass once again, my way of bringing worlds together.
Remembering who I am, my truth even when the world gets loud.
🔥 THE REAL SPIRITUAL WORK
Life dragged me into the deep end long before I felt ready. This is a very long story that I will try to keep short.
I set up a healing centre to honour natural healing and indigenous wisdom. That wasnt the intnetion but God has a funny way of dragging me to where I was always meant to be. That is where I met the Yawanawa. The day that changed my life. i had this space for a year, and then in one of the Yawanawas sacred ceremonies i was told its time for me to go. To hold space for myself before holding space for another.
So i did, I sold everything, auctioned all of my art, my car. Bye Bye Karis as I had known her.
I learned through the land, through love, through heartbreak, through sitting with elders, through seeing what integrity looks like -
and what it absolutely doesn’t.
I sat at fires, in circles, in silence, in truth, in discomfort, in clarity.
I met wisdom keepers who changed my life. I met people pretending to be wisdom keepers, who taught me discernment.
I learned that spirituality isn’t an escape, and it is NOT a game.
It’s what you bring home to the dishes, the family dynamics, the mess.
Otherwise it is something you loose yourself in, our just yet another identity you create.
Eventually, I made it to the Amazon. Not to become something new, but to remember who I was before fear taught me otherwise.
That’s where my artwork came through. The gift became conscious. As portals, messages, frequencies, anchors.
And when I came home, I knew:
My gift isn’t to teach.
It’s to remind. To hold a frequency, for others to remember themselves. In the same way it reminds me. To help the ones who carry so much finally feel held, seen. Just like the Yawanawá did for me.
🌱 WHY I DO THIS WORK
Because sensitive people deserve strength without hardness.
Because space holders deserve to be held.
Because my ancestors — Scottish and Caribbean — knew the cost of being erased.
Because ancient wisdom across the world is disappearing.
Because spirituality has become a performance…
and I’m here for the real thing.
Because most people don’t need more information.
They need remembrance. In the everyday.
And because awakening doesn’t matter if you can’t hold it when the laundry is overflowing.
My art and meditations aren’t decoration.
They’re tools. They’re stabilisers. They’re truth reminders for when life gets messy and you forget who you are.
My paintings carry teachings I received whilst studying with the Yawanawa in the Amazon.
Universal truths that go beyond culture, language, and noise.
I continue to walk my path with the Yawanawa people with humbleness and humility.
Three years ago, the Yawanawa welcomed me in, and for the first time in my life, I felt a sense of belonging that went all the way to my bones. Their clarity, their honesty, and their way of seeing the world awoke such a deep truth inside of me, remeinding me too who I AM. This continues to guide how I move and where I create from.
I create art and spaces that help you stabilise your truth, remember who you are, and live a life that feels magical.
Even in the most ordinary moments.
My work is rooted in deep respect for Indigenous lands and the people who protect them.
I don’t claim their ways — I honour them, learn humbly, and let their integrity guide how I show up in this world.
thank you for your trust, your prayers and your joy, beloved Yawanawa people. May Nuke Shuni protect your lands and the hearts of your people.