Why I Create

Have you ever been just going along about your everyday life when something suddenly clicks – like a realization that feels both new and strangely familiar? That's exactly what happened to me. I realized I was never truly meant to heal people through traditional western medicine, but instead to help them begin healing themselves – by provoking thought, reflection, and feeling.

I have always loved art since childhood. Like most children I liked to draw and show off my handiwork to my parents. But unlike many, that passion never faded. It only grew stronger. Then the unthinkable happened. My dad passed away when I was around 15 and with that loss, I also lost all motivation and joy in those “frivolous” creative things. I started to grow up too fast....

By 16 I was working full- time. By 17 I had started college. I did my best to balance both, but it often felt like one step forward and two steps back. I would leave school, then return. Leave work then go back to school. I was constantly trying to catch up. Eventually, I finished my LPN program around 22 and stepped into my career, determined to build a stable life. But still something was missing.

Even when I wasn’t creating, I found myself drawn to art. Absorbing it in any way I could. I believe it was because it brought me a sense of comfort I couldn’t quite explain at the time. A lot happened in the years since finishing school. There were beautiful moments like the birth of my children, but also many things that left lasting change. Deeply transformative experiences that required healing, reflection, and a bit of therapy. So by my late 30’s I found myself back at the drawing board – literally.

Only now, I was using art as a kind of therapy in itself. The things that were painful were now being transformed into visual stories of beauty and personal empowerment.

I felt myself inspired strongly by nature and the forests like I had played in so much as a child, to mother earth and the divine feminine for support and strength. I could see the deeper symbolism in what I enjoyed painting the most. Animals became spirit guides. The elements reflected our emotions. And I began to understand that sometimes, the most important person we need to forgive… is our past self.

And then – it clicked.

I am here to paint my truth, and in that truth, offer to give a voice and comfort to other women who have maybe experienced their own versions of life struggles unique to us. I wanted to use my art to help people’s mental health. Especially women. And to bring people together in unity instead of division.

If you’re going to dream, you might as well dream big.

Once I decided this, it was like the universe gave its seal of approval. I found myself being in the right places at the right times. Meeting kind, like-minded people and being given opportunities to use my art for something meaningful – and this time, I choose to say yes.

This is no longer about just making money, though of course that matters. It’s about something deeper. There are many forms of abundance in this world, and I believe when you follow what truly calls you, you are supported in ways you never expected.

Now with a full heart and an open mind I am finally walking down the path I feel I always should have been on.

Currently, the foundation of my art career is being laid and I can’t wait to see what happens next.

If you’ve ever felt the need for an outlet – for a way to process, express, or simply understand deeply what it is to be human – I invite you to walk this path with me.

Whether you get inspired to create or you simply find comfort in what I share…

Let’s show up as our full unapologetic selves.

You’re welcome here.