I have been painting on and off since I could remember. It all started when I was just a little girl. My dad would always be downstairs in his art room or always out side working on a project car. If my dad wasn't out side painting a car he was in his art room painting away. I would then  visit my grandpa and I would see him always at his table in his studio drawing away. I would then sit with either with a paint brush and just watch him.  Drawing it self wasn't my expertees but come to painting I felt more free. 

After my grandfather's passing I would use abstract art as a way to release the emotions that over took me. I really didn't start producing more till after my dad became very ill and had a massive heart attack. In the painting world I believe there is no right or wrong way. No right or wrong color. No fine line but a expression of free. In those few mins of painting I'm completely free from the real world. A place to be me .