I started as a dreamer, a writer, a dancer...and then three years ago I picked up a paint brush on a whim and fell in love. All of a sudden, everything I loved in words and movement came to life so effortlessly through color. As with all new pursuits, I studied and played ferociously. Some days I knew I was missing some of the foundational training one might receive in art school, but it never hindered me. I was responding to a deeper need, an intuitive knowing, a pull. It has been my lifeline, my tool for awakening and healing. I never had...more
