Artistic Beginnings

“50 cents.” “Perfect!” And on maybe $5 at a yard sale, I had access to markers, crayons, and paints to name a few of the treasures my nana would bring home. I remember sitting in her backyard creating worlds of color for my toys, creating for fun and for escapism. Going into high school my notebooks were full of detailed characters, creatures from I don’t know where. There were 4 drawings on every page, then through time, maybe 4 drawings per notebook. It wasn’t until I joined a dance group that my creativity and inspiration were rekindled. Encouraged by friends to paint on bigger canvases than 8x10s, coincidentally invited to paint in a studio space, and with the outdoors to hold space for my reflections, I began to paint. Since it’s been a practice of love. I see painting as a vessel for me to connect with my ancestors, as a medium to connect with your subconscious, and as a gift I offer to my loved ones. I use bold vivacious colors and use symbols from nature to create metaphors for the future I want to seed and to express the present moment. It’s a beautiful gift to breathe life into.