Almost seven years ago now, when I had my first child, my life as an artist changed drastically. I quickly learned that I had to make some pretty big shifts with my schedule, my medium (good-bye oils), my style, and my overall art practice. I also learned that the road to what I felt was being a successful artist had to take a longer "scenic route". However, the beauty of living in your calling is you learn that what you think is a detour is actually not that at all. It's the truest journey which enriches your life in so many ways- the straight highway becomes so unappealing, you thank God for the long road.
In this season of motherhood, my artistic calling and creativity has gone to depths and levels I never knew were there. I got out of my box and discovered that things I thought I disliked I actually love, and things that I thought I loved I actually dislike. Although I very much felt at one point I grieved the death of one vision, that death became the fertile soil to grow many new ideas and dreams!
Although this page on my website may seem unexpected, it’s very much an actual reflection of my life and my art. My kids have taught me how to use my imagination, how to be truly creative, how to have fun, how to story tell, how to push myself, how to get the job done. They have taught me I would rather leave a legacy and teach timeless lessons that just make some money selling a painting (though that's fun too!)