08/23/2021
In 2011 I started painting. As a way to heal and work through trauma, painting became an outlet that would later take me into fundraisers, events, farmers markets and later into creating wall coverings and textiles with my designs. The public were welcoming, Vancouver and all the way throughout Canada, even the media opened their arms to my curious, whimsical designs and I was fortunate to have been in the scene and published often. By 2017 though, I was struggling even more- a visible but invisible injury and the pressure of solo-prenuering with a partial disability finally got the best of me. I was exhausted, broke and suffering with an injury I couldn’t vocalize, so I needed to make a decision. Keep going and let my art and stubbornness sink me, or step back, breathe, and work on healing my body and mind. The decision broke my heart. I left and without so much as a word why, slowly faded out of whatever limelight was left and found the mountains. I stayed silent and quiet and worked on myself. There have been incredible tribulations, beautiful Himalayan adventures, Yukon escapes, professional changes, life changes and the whole gamut… but one thing remains… when we take a few steps back, we can see things clearly and sometimes, after a long break, we know when and how to begin again.
