I am at a time in my life where I just have this overwhelming amount of joy for everything in my life. I am surrounded by friends and family who motivate me to be better in every aspect, who share similar morals and beliefs, and who encourage & lift me up in all that I am. I have this awesome career as a professional artist and have paintings in personal collections all over the United States and internationally. I have an amazing relationship with my Dad and am currently fostering a relationship with my brother. I have experienced grace, love, and forgiveness in the immense ways and have had the chance to do that in return for others. I celebrate who I am in every aspect and I am unapologetically myself. I have a passion for loving others and sharing the message of hope that relationships heal. I speak, share my story, and advocate for mental health locally and nationally. I love what I do in my daily life and I am constantly striving to be a better version of myself. I live a life full of freedom, joy, and consistency. I am self-aware enough to know where I have come from and know where I want to go. I believe in my art and myself whole-heartedly and passionately. I love life and I love myself. I know my identity and proclaim it loudly, and call others to claim their identity as well. I fill rooms with joy and laughter. I bring something special to the table that no one else can. I live in abundance of joy and love.
My life hasn’t always been like this. I use to live in shame, fear, and self-hatred. I struggled with keeping friends and had broken relationships with every family member. I did not believe in my worth, my purpose, or myself. I struggled to get out of bed everyday and contemplated whether life was even worth living. I hated my life. I was holding onto the traumas that had happened to me.
I fought so hard to become who I am today. I went to hours and hours of therapy. I worked on forgiving myself, forgiving those who had caused trauma, and forgiving those close to me. I got back up after every relapse and after every failure. I pushed myself for more. I carried on and tried to believe in a better tomorrow. It didn’t happen overnight. It happened over many hard nights and years of hard work.
Art has always been something that has healed the deepest parts of who I am. When I look back, I realize art has always had a prominent place in my life. I have always gone back to creating. In every period of coming back from a failure or recovering from a relapse, I made my way back to constructing art. Art has not only saved my life, but it has been a constant reminder of God’s love in my life. It has reminded me of the beauty in this messed up and chaotic world. Art has changed the way I think. It has radically altered who I am and my core beliefs. Creating will always be something very personal for me and at the same time I want to share what I create with the world. I want the world to know how grateful I am to be able to create not just art, but this beautiful life I have fought so hard to achieve.
I am forever grateful for my journey of strife and my string of failures and mishaps, because it has produced a resilient, strong, powerful, and beautiful woman that I am. I am grateful for my friends and family who always seem to bring out the best in me. I am grateful for art and all that it has done in my life. I am grateful for my collectors, and my followers who appreciate and love my art. I promise this is only the beginning of a magnificent, and influential career where I not only create beautiful art, but I change the world simultaneously. I am grateful for the abundance of life and art, which encompasses beauty everywhere.
