At the age of 19, due to a car accident, I became paralyzed. The years after this became my journey, which has become a very fulfilling life, but at one point while raising my child I needed to find an outlet to express myself.
A therapy that I did for me and it was ok if no one understood it because it was for me. This is when I picked up a canvas, paint, and some brushes. This is when I began to paint and it became my outlet to express my feelings on any given day.
When I paint I have no preconceived image in my head of what it is I want to put on canvas. My whole method/process of painting is to put a canvas on my easel, pick up a brush, choose a color, and start laying it on the canvas. The way I know I’m done is when I can roll away and let my heart tell me it’s done.