My Story
I began painting in 2018, during one of the hardest seasons of my life, though the road that led me there started long before. In December 2004, I lost my sister, and within the next year, I also lost my mother and my aunt, all just months apart. For years I carried the weight of that grief, and in 2018 I was finally diagnosed with depression. That was the moment I turned to painting, using creativity as a way to navigate everything I had been holding inside.
Painting became my language when words failed me. Every brushstroke carried my emotions - my sadness, my healing, my moments of joy. My canvases became mirrors of my inner world. When I’m sad, you can feel it in the colors; when I’m happy, that light finds its way through too. Art became my medicine, a way to release what I couldn’t say out loud.
Although my doctor recommended therapy and medication, I found that the medicine dulled the very feelings I needed to express. So I set it aside and poured myself fully into painting. It became my therapy, my escape, and my reminder that beauty can grow from pain.
Since then, I’ve had the privilege of sharing my work with galleries and studios across Charlotte, and connecting with others through local art festivals who have lived their own stories of loss and resilience. Now, being able to sell my art on my own platform feels like another beautiful step in this journey, a way to share not just my paintings, but the joy, peace, and healing they’ve brought me.
