Minerva Campbell is an artist inspired by the deep, dark, dirty woven seams of this weird world we live in. She takes a distorted funhouse mirror and reflects the strange, cynical world back at itself. With a trick of the light we begin to see the demons and devils that live amongst us all.

With an artistic household and an anxious avoidant personality creating is the most natural form of self expression to Minerva. To Enter Minerva’s World is to escape our current one with all its woes and responsibility and to Enter a new world of playful nihilism, littered with characters who lurk and skulk through the pages. Their mannerisms awkward and cautious we see how the inhabitant's of Minerva’s World are openly vulnerable which simply enhances their strange, sulky beauty and grace.

Minerva’s World runs a riot of absurdity and eccentricities, and with the unconventional life she has lead it’s easy to see where she draws the inspiration for the obscure. Her childhood provided her with plenty of strange and unusual characters and places that reflect into Minerva’s World. Born during a meteor shower in Hereford hospital her travels began shortly after as her Mother walked from the hospital to Wales for a festival. The adventure continued as they pootled around England for festivals, free parties, art markets and other eccentric antics, and by the age of 13 she’d had 23 homes. Minerva’s curious brain continued to absorb the peculiar world around her intaking information to inspire the world she now creates this present day. Minerva’s curious brain continued to absorb the peculiar world around her storing information for inspiration to create the world she illustrates today.

This is a world where we can drop our skin suit pretences and roam freely as the strange creatures we were intended to be, where we can take lesson from the peculiar residents and release ourselves from shackles of shame and many other of our self taught chains.

Creating art, particularly drawing has been so naturally intertwined into Minerva Campbells life there was never a stand out moment in making the decision to become an Artist, it simply fell into place and became. In fact sometimes She thinks the art chose her. With the path and process being so windy and weird it can be easy to assume there must be a more powerful force steering you along at times.

Minerva’s World began its very first visible formations when she was on her seventeenth trip around the sun. The mischievous characters began the journey from creeping around the crevices of Minerva’s Mind travelling down and out the pen and flooding onto the paper of her sketchbooks. Drawing inspiration heavily from people, places and events around her the characters doubled as cloaking to devices so as to keep secrets inside the pages when telling the twisted tales.

With Nineteen years on earth Minerva began studying, though still believing that most of Minerva’s World is almost self taught in some blurred format of self discovery and world observation. None the less a need for more independence and a change of scenery she took to Falmouth to study by the sea. Hoping some salty air might be good for the mischievous imps that played inside her.

A consistent feeling in Minerva’s World is being the outsider , the observer and the loner. Though in Minerva’s World the outsiders become the insiders as the world distorts normality. Unfortunately during her time studying this was not the case and Minerva felt a pressing feeling of walking the outside the seams of society, looking in at a life that should have been hers but wasn’t. Though she did find a few close companions to walk the seams with, Minerva never found Falmouth University was a place should could thrive in, as she found it a constant battle to simply be seen.

Then the entire world became frozen in isolation during her second year of study, COVID-19 had us all in its clutches and the isolation and misunderstanding only intensified. No one was prepared for an experience like this and the education she had hoped for dwindled out of sight. As the world around us filled with fog and life as we knew it became a blurry hazy dream of what once was, the world inside became electric, more vivid, roads more winding and a voice louder than ever. Though this didn’t show in Minerva’s art until a year or so after the feeling was consuming.

Sometimes you can only begin to actualise the work you have done inside physically when you are no longer in that space anymore. So as the world took it’s shaky steps back to reality Minerva put her feet in some dirty boots and began to take the steps needed to move to London. Where she now has resided for four years. Here Minerva’s World is created as she takes the role of the observer intaking the dark underbellies of the city to twist the threads into the warped reflections that build Minerva’s World.