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 myself, 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. When it’s visually pleasing to my eyes, and it’s something I would hang in my own home. Creative blocks are natural and recurring, but a paintbrush and a detailing tool always seem to do the trick.
