I don't think art is something easily defined. Art has been a constant source of encouragement, freedom, peace, and comfort in my life. Growing up I made all sorts of crafts, collected rocks and sea glass on family vacations, and always brought a notebook and colored pencils everywhere I went. My dad always took photos of my brother and I, making me interested in photography at a young age. I remember first learning to shoot on a little film camera when my dad took me to the park. I always enjoyed photography but didn’t really pursue it until later. I remember making cell phone charms in middle school for all my friends and learning to sew from my mom and my grandma. But it wasn’t until high school and a very dear art teacher, that art really grabbed my heart and made a difference in my life. Being an angsty teen (as I’m sure we all were at some point) I didn’t get along with my parents, my hormones were raging, and I was an emotional mess. My high school art teacher gave me the slightest push that I needed. I realized art wasn’t just something that you do, but something that is a part of you. Making art became my outlet. I learned to paint, I collaged, I cut things up and tore things apart only to put them into something new entirely. Art was an escape and was incredibly therapeutic. I could get completely lost in the process of creating.
To this day I continue to make art a part of my life. I’ve learned to crochet, I hand make cards and Christmas presents, I make things solely for the process of making them. Other time I create something more intentional. During our wedding, my husband and I finished an abstract painting I had been working on. We took the same brush in our hands and added a pop of yellow, symbolizing our lives together joining as one. I cherish that painting and display it proudly in our home. My style of art is not traditional or very organized. I studied the rules of art in college only to end up breaking them. I learned to sketch still life drawings using charcoal but that never satisfied me. I don’t enjoy the precise and exactness of drawling from a model. I like to let things create organically and just go with the movement.I enjoy so many kinds of creativity from watercolor to photography to literature and music. Sometimes I like to make things really simple and minimal and other times I revel in the chaos. I think I am always learning and developing my style of art. And I hope to never become complacent in the work that I do.
Art is necessary for existence, for my life. It is more than just expression; it is the opportunity to see the world through another's eyes. To me, art is inspiration. Art allows me to take the most beautiful, impactful moments and freeze them in time. Creating keeps monotony at bay. It defeats the ordinary and mundane.
At a young age, my desire to create came alive. Beginning in nature, from constantly being outside, I started to be inspired by the simplest flower or smell in the air. I would commit to memory the colors and images I'd see and would draw them so I could visit these feelings again. I would always make pictures for my mom to hang in the home or to give as gifts. I work to recreate feelings of warmth, hope, and familiarity, or of intrigue and exploration. I do
so mainly through drawing and paintings. I also enjoy mixed media, collage, painted objects and book arts. My art can be impressionistic, abstract or realistic. It almost always focuses on recognition. It can be in black and white or contain full bursts of color. I am very much influenced by nature and other cultures. I am also an admirer of all other forms of art such as music, dance and theater.
Art, like life, is a process. It is always changing, as it should. But, one constant is this, I make beautiful things because I find things beautiful.