I started painting last year after one of the hardest seasons of my life; my first winter in Seattle
People ask me all the time why I began painting. The short answer that I give them is "depression". It usually catches people off guard, but that's why I say it.
I began painting as a way to process through sadness, uncertainty, and loneliness. It has been part of my healing process for trauma, grief, loss, breakups, and mental illness.
These pieces are not my best work, I don't know if I will ever have "best work" but they were the inception to an art form that I have fallen in love with, and for that I am proud.