When I worked in car sales I did my best not to think of painting and ignore the passion I had for it. Most days I couldn’t wait to get home and see the door. Sit, think, and decipher my next move with the stolen sharpies from work. The door took all the venting I could dish. But slowly it made me more and more hungry to create again so I quit and started painting full-time I made it almost a year before I had to return to sales for survival. And now here I am again with a heightened level of confidence, a plethora of life experience and an opportunity to express, share and make the world a better place.
