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My Story

I stare at the brilliantly puffy clouds and then hop from one stone to the next. When no one's looking, of course. The kid in me has never left, but the adult is cautious. No one likes rejection, after all. I walked through life thinking God had skipped some important check-boxes. Talentless and inadequate, I thought. Welcome to my unraveling; lies replaced with bold, explosive color. Paper filled with colorful painted flowers, and bits of my heart on display. 

Forever grateful for this journey, and that you're here.


"If the artist has outer and inner eyes for nature, nature rewards him by giving him inspiration.”

Wassily Kandinsky