My Story

I've always wanted a hobby that truly captivates me. Art became that passion—despite having no background or formal training. Sometimes I'd pick up a pencil and draw—no plan, no purpose. I never imagined those fun sketches would lead me here.

A Journey in the In-Between

I work as a caregiver for the elderly. The nature of caregiving is tender, but it's not always easy. Every situation is different, and it can be challenging. But through it all, I kept painting when I could. I took a few community classes when time allowed, but life happened. Something shifted in my family, and I stopped painting for about three years.

Still, I didn't let go completely. I was still a beginner with no place to set up, but I kept going. I dragged my easel from job to job, home to home—I couldn't let it go.

Finding My Language

There were times when I heard negative voices from others. But something in me kept going. Painting quiet moments brings me joy, comfort, and peace. Pastels became my language when I didn't have words.

One of my late clients generously gave me space in their home to paint. That moment changed everything—it gave me a place to land and to reconnect with my art.

Now, I finally have a place to learn and grow. I'm so grateful to be here. My work has shaped me deeply—through caregiving, through grief, through quiet persistence.

Joining an art community recently helped me push past fear and discouragement. My art journey has been quiet, hidden in corners—but it's always been there, waiting for me to say yes.

I made this in the quiet. I hope it finds you there too.