My dad is an engineer professionally, but has the heart of an artist. He got me started drawing and painting from the point I could hold a paintbrush. No matter how old I was or what I was doing, I was always studying and honing this craft.
In college, after an attempt at medicine, I realized that there was something deep inside my soul that was telling me I needed to create art. So, I ended up with a BA in Art from The University of Texas at Austin, where I spent some of my favorite years of life.
Getting lost in distractions after college seems to be a common theme for me. After having lived in China for seven years with my husband, I was diagnosed with clinical depression. Living life in completely unfamiliar circumstances tends to bring up your true self, and there’s nothing to do to cover it up. We went through infertility for five years, which took a toll on our marriage to the point we needed to spend one intense month of counseling in Thailand, and over our time overseas, trying to figure out who I really was meant to be.
I came to realize that who I was had more to do with experiencing the love of God and less to do with what I actually did or accomplished in life. It was only after coming out of that terrifying experience healed and renewed that I went back to my art.
My husband and I are now back in the states with our 3 year old son and I’m very gratefully creating art without fear in my home art studio. There is much rejoicing in pain, there truly is beauty from ashes.