in 2020 during the pandemic, at age 44 I was diagnosed with ADHD. I couldn’t feel grounded after this, Nothing made sense to me anymore. It was through my need to find peace in the chaos, that I started painting dots. The patterns I created, were inspired by a near death experience I had over a decade ago. None of my dot mandala paintings have ever been stenciled or pre-drawn. I would just paint. I would start with a dot and continue until I thought I was finished. It felt like it came from the ether and this process felt like a very special time in my self discovery as an artist and as a woman.

I built up a nice collection of paintings and other pieces, some extremely sentimental to me. Despite myself, I had also developed a patronage and a following both locally and online. More stories about this to come in the blog. Unfortunately, I woke one morning to find most of my art had been stolen.

I tried hard to get the magic of my early art back . But I was devastated. I put down my acrylics and I was unable to tap into that part of myself for quite a while until I started to play with pen and ink, just sketching really. I felt renewed and I began creating art again. My journey to becoming an illustrator had begun even though I didn’t know it yet.

Fast forward to the present day, and I am excited to share that I am currently illustrating a children’s book for an established author. More on that to come. Things are getting very exciting around here and I can’t wait to share this journey will all of you.