Once upon a time . . . there was a little girl who lived by a world famous Museum in a little town, nestled in the midwest.   Instead of taking ballet or piano like her friends, she begged her parents to let her take ART lessons.  And from the moment she walked across the shiny marble floors, smelled the museum air, and took a gander at some amazing works ~ she was hooked.  Each and every summer was spent taking classes, learning new things, and just soaking in the beauty that came from the human imagination!

Sadly, she lost her confidence somewhere along the line between high school and college and decided that working with children was what she wanted to do.  Although in truth, she never stopped yearning to unleash the colors that swam around in her brain. Always wondering what could have been if she had the courage to follow her dream of studying art.

In the middle of all of that, prince charming came along and swept her off her feet.  LITERALLY!  He took her to see the big wide world, made her see things from a new perspective and loved her silly and adventurous side (oh yeah, this girl was fun;).  She skied in the Alps, scuba dove off the Great Barrier Reef, jumped out of an airplane, and traveled some of the world ~ all before the age of 30. 

Then, like an answered prayer, she became pregnant and began raising her babies. Her creative flare was spent splashing colors on her walls, organizing the pantry, and planning colossal birthday parties. And she was happy.
Until one day,  it became clear that she must put brush to canvas again.  The time had come for her art to become a vehicle of healing after the most devastating death of her baby girl. This sweet little girl that didn’t get to live, gave her mother the push she needed to create again and to finally call herself ~ an artist.