About the Artist

Art found me in 1985, during one of the darkest chapters of my life. My husband had just been diagnosed with glioblastoma, and as a young mother facing the weight of grief and uncertainty, I reached for a paintbrush. That moment began a lifelong relationship with art—not just as a creative outlet, but as a lifeline.

I am a mostly self-taught artist with the privilege of some professional guidance under the mentorship of Stefan Baumann. My artistic journey began as a way to survive devastation, and in many ways, it has saved me again and again. When my husband passed away in 1986, I put away the brushes for 28 years. Then, unexpectedly, I found my way back. It was as if the canvas had been waiting for me.

In 2020, the loss of my son brought me once again to the edge of silence. But this time, I chose not to put the paint away. Instead, I leaned into it. I allowed color, texture, and imagination to help me navigate through heartbreak. Painting became my therapy, my reason to get up each morning—a reminder that beauty and healing often begin in the shadows.

Today, my art is more than expression—it’s a mission. I’m currently working toward certification in art therapy, not to become a therapist, but to share what I’ve learned: that creativity can be a powerful tool for healing. I want others—especially those who are grieving, struggling, or seeking purpose—to know that art has room for all of it: the sorrow and the joy, the light and the shadow.

In addition to painting, I write inspirational reflections rooted in real life and deep feeling. My hope is that my work—whether visual or written—resonates with the human spirit and reminds others they’re not alone.