As a young child, I tripped over my first love - not the cute kid in class, or a brand new puppy. I had a major crush on art: I doodled everywhere and snuck chances to meet up with art whenever possible. Over time, my stumbling affair with drawing, painting, and looking led to the love of making, seeing, and enjoying art as I know it today.
How do you know when you're in love? Beyond the tripping and stumbling of a crush, is it when you feel that overwhelming joy and realize the mindful work behind its discovery?
As an adult, I realize the luck in having found true love more than once. I recently made this PROMISE in art for my main muse, Ken. Work exhibited in "No Strings Attached" is dedicated to loves in my life: family, friends, and art.