Once upon a time, I had the world at my fingertips, until one day, an invisible illness changed everything, altering my path. In my turmoil, one thing that never left me was my ability to create. I could no longer run, but I could create magnificent wings in a painting. I could no longer travel, but I could create stories of faraway lands.
In redefining myself—art was my life raft, it allowed me to dream again, and in that dream, I created a future. A future where I focused on my strengths instead of what was taken away. A future where I didn’t have to live up to any expectations, but my own. With that freedom came peace, clarity, a sense of direction, and a purpose.
So believe me when I say, art is like air to me, it’s a necessity, not an option, it’s part of who I am. I am a natural-born storyteller and painter. I believe that perfection is a flaw and that it’s our imperfections that make us human. There are no perfect people in my paintings or stories, but there is magic in the stroke of my brush and in the flick of my pen.