Always wanting to draw and color, I drew on anything that I could find, all my life. Coming from a culture where art was not appreciated as much my first memories of things I drew were Tweety bird, a frog and the Taj Mahal.

When this little guy came into my life, he was always after me to draw, color and paint with him. Believe it or not, he is my biggest and honest critic. Being a single mom of 2 boys and coming from a culture where divorce was not accepted, life left me lonely and devastated. When I was ignored, not visible to most of my family, as a single mom with a part time job, I struggled to find peace and happiness. I was heartbroken, scared, vulnerable but had lost who I really was and had to provide for my children. I wanted to bring back the smile in me, the child in me, that took me to a colorful and free space. I found safety and freedom of expression through oil painting and my faith in God, which brought out the smile and the child in me - which is why I want to share my art with you all today!

At the end of a long day, when it’s really dark and the calmness of the night sets in, it is my time to start to paint - my Zen time. It takes me to a colorful land, which I’m thankful for. Art is therapy and gives me peace, calmness and tranquility.