Biography
I remember the first acrylic painting I ever made. I don't know how old I was but I remember my mother sitting me on her lap and letting me paint from her colorful palette. I remember her telling me to always paint in one direction. But that's something I rarely did. I thought, "Why restrict myself?" I've always been a rebel.
It felt right, sitting up on a stool, dipping into the colors, placing them on the canvas. I remember loving the control of the paint. I loved the ability to start with nothing and end up with something, to move from a blank stark white to a painting filled with color. I could manipulate the medium into any images I chose.
As I got older I realized that I didn't have to just make things that were pretty or representational; I could make things that were in my head. I could tap my thoughts and emotions and express them in paintings. I could capture my fantasies and fears in a way less fleeting than my imagination, putting them into art, something tangible for others to see. The more I realized the power I had with the brush, the more I painted. I began to see other people become inspired and moved by my work. My work grew into something bigger than me and turned into a tool for communicating with, inspiring and transforming the people around me.