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I used to believe as a 7-year-old we lived in a magical world… My mom got my twin and I paint by numbers at age 5. (To keep us quiet.!) twins have their own chatter. It did the most magical treat! COLOR! The touch, the smell, the movement, the glossy oils! I was in love as a child! Better than a pencil, it never lost its lead. You didn’t have to hunt for a sharpener. It was all in front of you. I studied the puzzle pieces. Memorized the shapes and forms. The dug, yes literally dug into the creamy little tiny tubs of paints. And started with the ugliest hues… so I could cover anything I didn’t like later with my favorite colors, which I use like it’s precious. Make it last forever, blues n purples. From kittens to horses and flowers n bees… We went through paint by numbers like desert at Thanksgiving table. And begged for more. My studio, as a 7-year-old, was the family room shag carpet… with that date newspaper put underneath the paint sets. My journey went from newspapers on floors to installation competitions in Eisenhower High school art shows. To Seattle Pacific University classes. Close to finals. My mom was diagnosis with not one cancer but three types of terminal full-blown cancers. Needless to say, we moved home to deal with trauma and complications. I had to put my needs and wants on hold for years. Many times picking up paper and pencil to get emotions out and help cope with the beasts that cancer reveals in the victim… well, darkness had a way of destroying all efforts in the artist world of my path. Through all those attempts, I kept creating in my head. Or a job… Using the creative gene as a coping skill to survive… It’s been a long journey… Many crises and trauma and deaths… I’m blessed today to have worked for 20 years in multiple jobs to have a space that is welcoming for friends, family, clients, children to come and sit, paint, or socialize. Many are adapting the charity for painting to work through their own trauma or just supportive creative outlets! For this I am extremely blessed and fortunate. I’m still chasing the magical belief that through art, color, and creation I can live in a magical world we can create… through love… acceptance… forgiveness while showing beauty after hardships. Passion after being deflated. Determination through the storms. These marks on canvas are the most precious to me. It’s the freedom of moments from trauma. Creation is …. On its own, saving lives. For this, there are no words to express, only paintings. I am currently taking classes through New York Academy of fine ART, Zane York, extremely brilliant teacher, master, and professor of all things amazing in painting Dutch Masters and beyond. I will continue to chase many dreams and embrace my age as a calendar of challenges with goals of ambition. Thank you for reading this far, for it’s just the beginning of my stories.
I use many mediums, such as acrylics and Sennelier oil paints are a few of my favorites.
What you Look at that matters, it's what you see -Henry David Thoreau
A single footstep will not make a path on the earth, so a single thought will not make a pathway in the mind. To make a deep physical path, we walk again and again. To make a deep mental path, we must think over and over the kind of thoughts we wish to dominate our lives -Henry David Thoreau
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