07/20/2025
The drawing on the right is a drawing I made for my grandma when I was nine. My mom found it in my grandma’s basement and gifted it to me for Christmas this last year. “It was always flowers” she said. I remember I used to draw people often, but never could get it right. And for someone who needed to get it right, it was too much pressure. But not flowers. I have no memory of the drawing here, but I love that it is so similar to what I do now. Abstract little bunches of flowers. I like to think that this style, this idea, has been with me all along.
The picture on the left, is a painting I made during the pandemic. I had lost my job and felt so lost. It was during this time that I really began working toward my dream of opening my own art business. This was one of the first paintings I made during this time. And this painting was always special to me. I don’t often keep my artwork (and I only have one other piece of mine on display in my home). I can be very critical of my work, but this one is one that I’m very proud of. And seeing these two paintings next to each other I love how similar they are. The blue flowers with gold centers, the tan background, the lines on the leaves. It is even more special to me. Now they both sit above my desk to remind me of little me who always wanted to share art with the world, and for big me who held onto that dream and made it come true. It reminds me of where I came from, but it also reminds me to keep pushing and learning and sharing my art and myself with the world.