As a child I always wanted to be an artist. My mother was an oil painter years before I knew her, selling her works on the Venice boardwalk. I always marveled at her pieces, even though I never saw her pick up a paintbrush after she became a mother. I spent years taking classes in different mediums trying to see if I had her talent and find my voice in art.
Years later, after my mother’s death, I went through a period of trying to find myself again. Though I received a degree in Digital Art and Design, I kept finding myself picking up the paintbrush again and started pouring my emotions out onto the canvas. There was something healing about it and something ethereal about what I saw forming in my art.
I am so grateful for my mother’s work sparking an interest in me. Grateful for those first few clients who felt something in my work and took it home, and the other women artists who have cheered me on and pushed me to move forward with what I love.
Sometimes I just get lost in the process, singing and dancing around my studio, sometimes I cry through the brushstrokes. I love how the finished piece translates those emotions. Art allows us to transmute energy into something tangible and I am constantly in awe of the process.
Thank you for taking this journey with me.
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