The need and desire to create called so loudly I had no choice but to become an artist. My love affair with creating started as far back as I can remember, holding coloring books like sacred treasures. I grew up moving states every few years and was challenged by constantly starting over. Art gave me an outlet that kept me company during this time. In my early twenties, I neglected my creativity. I was busy completing my business degree and working a job that pleased my parents. It didn’t take long for me to realize how impactful practicing art was in my life. Through many twists and turns working odd jobs and teaching myself how to paint, I am now happily living my dream as a working artist.