I didn't realize that I was creative until I reached my 40s.  Growing up in a home filled with unmet needs and no voice kept my creativity dormant.  But art has a way of bubbling to the surface, longing to be heard, seen, and felt. 

 

Music, poetry, song lyrics, mental paintings, stories, plays, and design ideas filled my head with color and promise. Though I could not express them outwardly, my mind was a constant stream of soulful whimsy and delight.

 

Years of unexpressed art is finding its way out and onto the strings of my baritone ukulele, into the song lyrics that pour out of my soul, in the watercolor and acrylic paint that adheres to paper, canvas, wood and walls, and in the sculptures, fabric art, and art on any other type of medium that catches my eye.  No longer able to be contained, my soul quietly demands attention and finally, a voice.

 

My soul also hurts for those that do not have a voice or someone to show them that they are beautiful, valuable and special. This is why along with my commitment to my own personal artistry I am also equally committed to helping others realize their full creative and personal potential.