The artist I am today is a culmination of a lifelong journey: the people who have come and gone and those who remain, the growth of my intuitive connection to art, Mother Earth, and the Universe, shaped by the people who have graced my life and the places I've called home.

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My artistic education began very young in New York City. Every week, I would take the public bus to the city’s incredible museums, equipped with a sketch pad, colored pencils, and a sandwich. I spent hours walking the rooms, greeting the masters, and often sitting on the floor to create my own versions of the masterpieces. I wasn't just observing the art; I was attuned to the energy around me. I felt the deep emotions of the viewers, witnessed the conversations, and cherished the quiet shared smile with a museum guard.

These spaces were home—a confirmation that art holds the power of storytelling, imagination, and deep feeling. This is where I knew I wanted to live.