For many reasons it now makes complete sense to me that I ended up becoming an artist.  In my eyes, it really all started simply with some of my more dominant personality traits.  For instance, growing up I was always one to bend rules and push boundaries, truly an art form in and of itself.  I also consider myself as someone who indulges in excessive curiosity.  I rely a lot on listening to and following my gut instincts, and I can be quite convincing when it comes to communicating my point of view.  All of which I was already doing before I ever had the slightest interest in art. 

Not until college did I really start discovering how much of a “right-brain” kind of person I actually am.  I began as an Interior Design major, but found myself growing weary of any class that wasn’t hands-on.  I quickly switched my major to art studio and enrolled in my first sculpture class.  This is where my love affair with making art began to take hold.  I continued to take all the required classes, trying on each of the different types of art (drawing, painting, ceramics, etc.), none of which were a perfect fit.  It wasn’t until I was introduced to “Mixed Media” that I felt I had found my match.  Unfortunately, classes dedicated to mixed media were few and far between.  I was having a difficult time in an academic program that could not support the new direction I wanted to go, one I truly felt was unique to me.  I felt I didn’t have much choice…this was the point of no return.  I knew that I had to become a “self-taught artist.”  Without realizing it at the time, I think that was the direction I was destined for all along.

I chose to let the art take its own direction.  I trust the art, I believe in it.  The process of creating art enables me to build relationships with each piece I make.  They have their own personality, their own energy, their own visual and emotional impact.  I just help bring them to life.