Since the age of three, no surface has been safe around me. Living in scarcity most of my life, I was always inventing new things and making something out whatever I could find. There was no doubt in my three-year-old mind I would one day be an artist…or…a ballerina. I went through school receiving positive attention for my creativity, but like most artists, I was encouraged to look towards a more substantial career. Thankfully, due to my tenacity, stubbornness, and red hair, I never listened. So, when I was offered a job in the paint department at the theater, I quickly jumped at the chance.
It was there I began my career as a scenic artist, painting sets for theater and eventually television and feature films. During those 20 years, I worked tirelessly as a scenic artist, charge painter, set designer and a slew of other artistic positions. I spent what little free time I had making my own paintings, writing, and traveling… a lot. As work continued to require more and more of my time, I began feeling as if I had lost sight of my original goal to be an artist…or a ballerina. (Obviously, it was too late to be a ballerina, and it was my second choice anyway). So I started working towards my goal again with a commitment to paint one painting a week for a year. And that’s what I was doing when, ugh.
