I found it hard to call myself an artist. For me it was just something that I did, not who I was. It eventually turned from something I like to do, to something that I need to do. I crave it. When I see beautiful things I imagine how I would capture it in a painting. Not because I want to make it better, but to fully immerse myself in all the details. When I am done with a painting or drawing I know it better than my own face. I often stumble upon a reference picture and get startled by the same feeling you get when you see your reflection unexpectedly.
It took me a long time to accept myself as an artist. It helped that people want my art! I've mostly done people or pets that have passed away. There is something special about the art of a loved one who is gone. I always feel incredibly honored to be trusted with the responsibility. I am self-taught in oil, acrylic, and charcoal. I would love to sell original art and take commissions.
