In my twenties and thirties, I devoted myself to foster care and disability advocacy, often setting my identity as an artist aside. After POTS syndrome forced me to slow down, I rediscovered creativity through watercolor—a medium I once resisted for its unpredictability.

Watercolor’s imperfect, fluid nature became both a challenge and a form of healing. It taught me to embrace uncertainty, release perfectionism, and find beauty in what can’t be controlled.

Today, my work is rooted in gratitude for the creative process itself. I believe art connects us through shared experience, revealing pieces of our stories that might otherwise remain unseen.