I began painting after the passing of my grandmother and dear friend, whose home was filled with beautiful works by the women in my family from generations past. Growing up, I loved gazing at their floral still lifes and landscapes. As I realized how few of these treasures remained, I began my own journey of artistic exploration, modeling my style after the legacy of these women whose stories live in my heart. I have always enjoyed art history, particularly the Renaissance Era, following a summer abroad in Florence. I remember a particular moment of powerful inspiration at the National Gallery in London, when I walked through rooms of Renaissance art, enjoying the deep jewel tones and dark drama from artists like Boticelli, one of my particular favorites. As I stepped into the next room, I was suddenly hit by a flurry of pastel colors, wild brushstrokes, movement, and light. These were rule-bending pieces that exuded passion, seeming to dig deeper into the vibrance of life, soul, ambiance, and expression. This was the moment I fell in love with impressionism. Vincent Van Gogh, full of life, depth, sorrow, and a passion for human dignity, has become my mentor. The practice of painting has become a joyfully addictive way to express the thoughts and feelings that flow through my days—and often, the sweetest way to calm my racing mind. At its heart, my creative practice is about cultivating joy, honoring the gift of family, and helping others sense the deep love of their Creator. I create for the love of One who makes all things beautiful.