Reclaiming My Art Magick

Here’s a truth I’ve been circling around for years: I’ve been practicing magick for over two decades — witchcraft in the truest sense, ritual work as an act of creation. And yet, I never really allowed art, as our society defines it, to be part of that spellwork. Of course, every ritual is creative: a weaving of intention, symbols, and atmosphere. But art as its own form of witchcraft? That side of me remained untouched, quietly waiting — as if I had kept two worlds neatly separated, even though they were always meant to belong together.

And creativity has always been a fundamental part of my life. In my teenage years and early twenties, it was my mother tongue. I danced, I sang, I drew. I took photos long before I knew what an aperture even was. And I wrote — endlessly, instinctively, almost compulsively.

Then life happened: corporate rhythm, survival mode, responsibility, adulthood. The writing stayed, but the rest slowly slipped into the shadows. Why? Honestly, I don’t know. Somehow, I just … forgot that part of myself for a while.

And yet lately, something has begun to call me back. Not softly — insistently. A whisper saying: This is yours. It always was. Claim it back.

Reclaiming my creativity means reclaiming a part of myself I never should have given up. So I decided to dive deep into the world of art as magick — not just as a practice, but as a remembering. Because creating art is spellwork. It’s not about perfection or applause (even though, yes, it’s lovely when people resonate with what you create). It’s about presence. About aliveness.

It’s about how a seemingly simple photograph can become a sigil. How color becomes energy. How a sketch becomes meditation. How creativity nourishes the soul — and, when shared, nourishes others too.

And that’s exactly why I’m now consciously embarking on this new journey of art magick — or rather, my own personal form of witchcraft. To ease myself into it, I’m letting myself be inspired by one of my favorite art witches: Molly Roberts. I’ve followed her YouTube channel for years, and now I’m diving into her book Art Magick as the beginning of this next chapter.

Aaaand — I’ve opened my portfolio here on The Urban Mystic.

Because for me, photography isn’t just “art.” It’s noticing. Listening. Catching the shimmer between the ordinary and the magical. Some call it intuition. Some call it seeing portals. I call it witchcraft. The portfolio is my way of sharing these portals with anyone willing to look — the ones hiding in city lights, window reflections, stone, moss, neon, shadows, and those quiet moments most people simply walk past. It’s not a gallery. It’s an invitation. A threshold. A constellation of visual spells.

So if you’d like to step into my visual magick and walk a part of this journey with me, I invite you to wander: → Portfolio link — a curated collection of the portals I’ve captured.

This journey — reclaiming creativity, reclaiming magick, reclaiming joy — feels like coming home. Every image, every project, every chapter ahead is part of this homecoming. And honestly? I’m incredibly excited to see what we discover together.

Here’s to all the small magick we can bring into a world that needs it so deeply.