A year and a half ago I only had an appreciation for Art other people created.
I always had creative urges within me.
To do something with hair, make up, my room, my body…To just see art around me.
And then when I needed it most
The ability to create art came to me
I was 37 years old
This wasn’t the way I thought my life would turn out.
I thought I’d be an old cool social worker working with disadvantaged youth…
then life happened…
Maybe through art I’ll find a way to become okay with that.
Maybe this is all part of the story of my life…