My art has become my visual journal. Its where my thoughts and dreams have found a safe haven.
I have found that becoming lost in the creative process is the only time that I can truly be myself.
Embedded in the creases of paper, lines of ink and layers of paint, dwell just a few of the stories of my life.
Its also where I have been able to release many old demons and keep more recent ones at bay.
The stroke of a pen, a bit of paint and paper have given me the strength to be myself.
Being myself was never enough for some, but it is all that was ever needed.
I feel safe, content and hopeful.
I am grateful to be who I am.
I am grateful for all that I have.
I am blessed.