Painting didn’t enter my life with intention. It arrived unexpectedly, almost by accident.
Though I admired my grandmother’s delicate watercolor paintings, they didn’t stir a desire in me to pick up a brush. Her work was beautiful, but I never imagined myself following in her footsteps. That changed during a trip to Texas, where we visited a cousin who happened to be an abstract artist. Her studio was amazing, filled with paintings alive with vibrant colors, bold strokes, and a freedom.
When Pat demonstrated the first time, the seed was planted. I felt something shift inside me. For the first time, I saw painting not as a technique, but as a form of expression.
Afterward, I returned to Texas on my own several times, eager to learn and explore. It wasn’t easy. Painting was a struggle—an unpredictable process that demanded patience and vulnerability. But I was encouraged. I took courses with local Niagara artists, absorbing their wisdom.
Eventually, the time came to flourish on my own. To trust my instincts, embrace the imperfections, and let my creativity speak freely. Painting became not just a practice, but a part of who I am.
This blog is a continuation of that journey—a space to share the art that flows from my mind, shaped by memory, emotion, and the unexpected moments that brought me here.
And so it begins!