Painting became my therapy during the sickness of my husband of 48 years, who lost his battle with cancer.
Unsure of how to process what was happening, I found an old canvas and a beginner’s paint set in my closet. To simply occupy my mind, I sat down and started painting. That’s when my journey began.
My passion for art therapy has become an avenue of emotional exploration and expression in a way that I could never put into words. I look back at my paintings and see a story being told; a visual depiction of grief and its many stages. Among the multitude of colors, throughout the textures, amidst the many layers of acrylic, and with every brush stroke…I leave a part of my brokenness to make way for hope and healing. Some paintings are dark. Some are gloomy. Some are hopeful. Some are chaotic. Some are emotional. Some are all of the above. That’s the beauty of art.
Each painting is unique and hold more than the first image you see. If you look closely enough, you'll find multiple objects, animals, landscapes, and flowers…and if you look at the whole picture long enough, you’ll see the story they tell.
I encourage each of you find a positive way to express your emotions, heal your hearts, and find joy in the things you love.
Art is subjective. Art is imaginative. Art is expression. Art is love.
