​A health scare nearly two decades ago ignited my creative journey into art and has since served as my guiding light. I had always laced up my runners and hit the trails to dream, clear my head, or just breathe in the scent of the pines. This time, my runners were not an option. My insightful hubby began to ask me a series of questions to uncover what else sparked a light besides a trail run.

 

The next day, he arrived home with paintbrushes, paint, and canvases, marking the beginning of my artistic journey. My first canvas measured 30x40 inches, and I vividly recall staring at the paint and this huge canvas, unsure of how to mix colors or utilize the various brushes. With a black felt pen in my hand, I began to write and pour my emotions onto the canvas, expressing everything I felt as I began to recover. Then, as easily as I had released those words onto the canvas, I began to paint over them. I became lost for hours, covering all that I had written with flowers of every shape and size. It was in those creative moments that I began to heal and this is how art and I came to be.....

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This has continued to be my creative practice with every painting over the years. It will always be a space for me to celebrate, dream and release what no longer serves me. It is a practice that always allows me to come home to myself. I truly believe that   Art holds a remarkable ability to heal and nourish the soul.

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