I often feel like I walk my artist’s path in bare feet, with my face toward the starry sky. I create from a place of lightness, ease and not-so-ordinary magic. Following the soft voice of my inner guide has shaped the artist I am today.

As a child, imagination and creativity were my sanctuary, and it was always that which I made with my hands that delighted my spirit and made me the most proud. As a teenager I fell in love with charcoal drawing.

Then I stopped.

At that turning point when you become a young adult and have to make big decisions that will shape your future life, art exited mine. Like a good girl, I had learned to believe it would always be "just a hobby". But the artist in my soul wouldn't settle for so little, so she retreated deep within. Locked herself up for a decade.

Waiting...

At 32, disillusioned by a career path in culture and world heritage that led me nowhere, and adjusting to the journey of motherhood with two little ones who beautifully changed my world but kept me up most nights, frustration and exhaustion broke my heart open.

And art rushed back through every crack.

I discovered mixed media art and started painting on my kitchen table with newfound freedom and joy. I embraced the beginner's spirit and experimented with anything that resonated with my soul.

I was born again.