I had been painting most of my life with the understanding that I would never be a real artist. I just loved painting. I went to it when I needed to keep my mind busy. It relaxed me. In 2009 I became immersed in my painting. It took over my life and my home. I was processing the grief of my fathers death and ended up creating a ton of work that I had no space for. A friend found out I had been painting and invited me to show my work in a small grass roots art show. I agreed to be in the background and show 6 of my pieces. I ended up selling several of them and getting really great feedback from artists I respected. This motivated me to paint more and show more. This show is when I realized that I have always been a real artist, I just needed to believe it.