One night during a  dark period of my life I reflected on what it meant to be me and created a visual schematic. It was clear, logical and I went to bed satisfied.

Awaking early the next day, a Sunday, I realized that my schematic was wrong; I instinctually knew that I needed colors to represent what it meant to be me and left for a store to pick up a box of crayons.         

                       - I had not not touched crayons since preschool -

I now was able to create a version of me on paper and within two hours felt satisfied with the representation of my psyche.

What followed was a journey of therapeutic work and personal growth occurring mainly through the images I brought in.

           I felt driven to paint and would do so through the nights, early morning hours or long rainy weekends.

In this process I worked through issues, healed and grew and remain a strong advocate of the arts .

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