At five years old in kindergarten I fell in love with paint while finger painting. I starting eating the paint because I thought it would tasted like oranges, grapes or strawberries, of course I was wrong and I stopped. However, at that exact moment I knew I was an Artist. I don't know how I knew, but I knew.
I came out as a same gender loving woman and I was immediately ostracized from my family, church and friends, and everything dear to me. I had no where to turn except to live life on life's terms. Since I'd been a sheltered preachers kid, I thought I'd engage in the forbidden world of freedom.
Now, I would live unbound by others opinions... However, that was easier said than done. I was raised to believe that my lifestyle guaranteed that my life from that point would be HELL. I truely believed I was lost and I deserved everything bad. With that mindset unfortunately, I became an addict.
Twelve years later of using I was hopless and wanted to die. I was so ashamed of myself, and I didn't know what to do. I couldn't go back to where I'd come from and I couln't live the life I had chosen. I had a friend who told where I could go to get help. I enter into a treatment facility and failed twice, but the third time seemed to stick. I finally got clean & sober in 2000.
Unequivocally it (even to this day) was the HARDEST THING I'VE EVER HAD TO DO IN MY LIFE. Often I think about how I made it out and the only answer I can come up with was, it was by the grace of GOD.
Currently, after an unbelievable amount years of hard work, pain, sweat and tears and a couple of decades later, I became a fulltime professional artist. I studied at the U of W and the Art Insitute of Seattle.