
The strokes of my paintings are composed of the colors, stories, emotions and life visible around me.
As a young girl growing up in Ohio, I would paint, draw, play around on the guitar and sing. I was, and am, a self-taught artist (seems to me, my style is impressionistic AND expressionistic — but what do I know?). Not everyone understood what I was doing, including me — I was kicked out of my high school art class. And music class.
But I never stopped speaking to art and art never stopped speaking to me. Art only asked that I was myself. Filling canvasses with color was equal parts self-care and self-discovery. This was how I made sense of me. Eventually, this was how I made sense to other people. At 21, I did an art show at DreamWorks on Music Row in Nashville. From there, opportunities seemed to present themselves through random serendipitous events. I sold commissioned pieces, I did shows with the art collective Untitled Nashville, and cafes, restaurants, and bookstores began displaying my work. I recorded an album where each track had a companion painting. And the little girl who got kicked out of art class even became an art teacher for a spell…