I remember, as a child, drawing pictures of horses. I also remember my dad looking over my shoulder and saying that drawing was something that I should pursue. He then asked me if I knew what that meant...and I did. When I got into my last two years of high school, I started taking art classes, progressing to college level art during my senior year. I continued to take art classes during my first two years of college (alongside chemistry and physics), but ultimately, chose a career as a pharmacist.

Over the years, I have dabbled in many different types of creative things. In the end, though, I always come back to paper as the preferred substrate for my creativity. For many years, my favorite mediums were pen and ink, charcoal, ebony pencil, and even some colored pencils. In the last year or so, though, I have been doing a lot of work with watercolors, and, in recent months, colored pencils and pastels.

Ultimately, painting/creating is good medicine for my soul (ironic, right?). It calms my mind. It allows me to express myself. It allows me to challenge myself. I adore studies of facial expressions, textures such as fur and wood, and how sunlight settles on an object, casting shadows.