My art and writings intend to motivate, inspire, and encourage everyone to creatively discover their true and unique purpose. I have dedicated my life to teaching the wounded how to not only survive, but to thrive despite any of life's tragedies.
As a young girl, I did not have much by way of things I could create with. The daughter of an obsessive compulsive adopted mother, her need for cleanliness always outweighed the inevitable clutter and mess that would come with any creative activity. Things like coloring, construction paper, glue sticks, and glitter were luxuries other children could indulge in. My stubborn spirit to create regardless of my mother's strict rules would be my saving grace. Collecting what I could and creating dolls out of toilet paper helped to distract me from her volatility and provided an escape from the harsh reality that was my childhood.
Desperate for color to match the imaginary world I wanted to create for my toilet paper dolls, I secretly collected anything that might work to bring my fantasy to life. Nothing was too meaningless. Used candy wrappers, twist ties from garbage bags, and paperclips would be vital to the creation of many toilet paper people tribes and the landscapes they would live in.