Let me be your Sweet-Art.™
I don't remember ever not being creatively inclined. My first painting, at age two, was made while sitting in front of our garage while my dad worked nearby. I didn't understand the Challenger explosion, but I couldn't stop myself from drawing the scene that interrupted Sesame Street. When I wanted Lee Press-On Nails in first grade, I made them out of carefully emptied pistachio shells and a coat of shiny red polish. My whole life, I've felt compelled to express my perspective and experiences creatively. Sadly, I denied and...more
