I'm just here to share my passion with the world.
My creative process used to solely be based on my emotions, and still is. Once I got to the age I am now I realized that there was so much more for me to do with my emotions. How could I make something of myself? Mental illnesses go unnoticed and are so misunderstood, once I realized I struggle with depression and anxiety I knew that I could create art that others who were going through the same thing could relate to. I love the idea that I could actually help people feel normal and not like the "outsiders". Everyone deserves to feel appreciated and understood, so that's why I create pieces that not only help myself, but I know help other people as well. Don't get me wrong, as much as I love doing this, it gets exhausting. It takes so much out of me when I have episodes because there has been times I've went months without creating anything. It hurt me because in the span of those months I knew I could have had the opportunity to help someone. Whenever I get that motivation back it's amazing to see the support and see people happy, and that's the biggest reward for myself. This is why I do what I do and I wouldn't change it for the world. The creative process is rewarding in so many ways but people need to see the huge downsides of it, and that's why I'm here telling my story and my process.
I have been drawing ever since I was a little kid. There was always something about the way I knew that there was no limits to what I could create. When I was about twelve years old I never knew what I wanted to be when I grew up, I still had a ways to go but I was never passionate about anything other than drawing. I didn't know anything about artists or what they were capable of, so I never took that into consideration that it could be my career. For one I used to get insanely bullied, from third grade all the way up until junior high. Drawing was always my get away and safe place, I could always count on it and every time I'd be in the middle of doodling some thing I did not care what other kids thought about me. My freshman year of high school I took a serious art class and I learned so much from my mentor, whom I want to give all my love and best wishes to, because she deserves that. I fell more in love with creating and letting all my emotions out on a piece of paper, and that's when I knew I was meant to be doing this and my career was going to be an Artist.