I've spent my life loving art but never imagined I could make it. I've spent years going to the best galleries and exhibitions all over the world, and never failing to feel transformed and inspired by every single thing I saw. But I couldn't be an artist...could I?
It took a global pandemic and being shut in my apartment near Barcelona with my dog Scout for me to begin to dispel that myth. In a state of clinical depression and anxiety, I started with a coloring book. I quickly got bored with that and started drawing my own patterns to colour. Then, one day I drew my dog as she sat on the couch next to me. I was hooked. And shocked! Over the coming weeks and months, I made a thousand mistakes, but I also found peace and beauty within me that refused to go out every single time I picked up a brush.
Art has saved me in a time of complete darkness. I hope you like my work... please know that every single one contains love and a little bit of my heart.