Statement
My mother had this black vinyl doctors bag with lime green flowers on it that she kept her art supplies. Some of my earliest creative memories are of riffling through this bag. I grew up in the suburbs of Brisbane Australia in a house my father built.
I like so many creative children got into trouble for not focusing in class. In order to channel my creative energy I started music lessons. I spent most of my teens and 20s perusing a career in musical theatre. After experiencing a massive panic attack one night before going on stage I shied away from the spotlight and have not gone back. I found peace in art journaling and for over decade this was my only creative outlet.
After years of threatening to move overseas, I finally moved to Toronto where I fell in love with a man from the Midwest. We moved to his hometown and into a house nestled amongst the trees. Finally having the space and freedom, I picked the paintbrush back up. After years of doodling around words in my journal, I finally let it all go. Soon after I started to paint again I had my first child. I found myself completely lost, and postpartum depression engulfed me. Painting was my saving Grace. It was like taking an old friend by the hand again. The peace I found in that release was so powerful, it quickly became a necessity for my soul and my only inspiration. After a few years I slowly started to share my work and journey with anyone who showed interest. After selling a few pieces my business started to organically grow into what it is today. Every layer of my work has a part of me in it. It’s vulnerable, honest, and hopeful.
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