Who Am I? Well that’s a long story. As a Colorado native, I have lived in many cities, in many homes, good and bad. A child of divorce, spending a week at a time with either my mom or my biological father. A child of sickness, too many days and too many hours spent inside hospitals due to a hereditary blood disease. It seemed that Spherocytosis wasn’t my only inherited illness, for it also feels  like I was born with anxiety, and depression came naturally. What I’ve gone through in my childhood and adolescence, was and still is being turned into my driving creative force where I use my art to process the trauma of being abused, being sick, and the experience of being mentally ill. 

Senior Year of highschool was full of creative revelations; to which I owe AP 2D Art and Design some credit. I developed a style I still use to this very day, and I tested several new methods and mediums. In my mental processing of the turmoil and anxiety I was feeling, I expressed it through my usage of mixed media collages. My creative drive flourished that year, my very own renaissance, and I made some of my favorite pieces. 

In the more present day – having been out of highschool for what feels like an eternity and at the same time only 3 days –  I work as a Personal Banker. I still hurt, I still worry, I still feel the weight of my past on my shoulders. So what do I do? I still create. On the brighter side, I have since met the love of my life – My Husband, Wylder – and I feel more and more joy each day; further appreciating my wonderful friends and  loving family and their unwavering support. So what do I do? I still create. My art is not defined by just the bad things I feel, just like I myself am also not defined by those as well. I define myself as many things: daughter, sister, friend, banker, Wife, anxious mess, pessimistic, fragile, compassionate, etc. But above all of those things, my first answer to “Who Are You?” is this: “I’m an Artist”.