Art has always been a part of my story. Before I became school-aged, I would go to my mom's work, sit at a neighboring desk, and pretend that I was a professional artist, filling copy paper to the brim with hand-drawn flowers, cartoon animals, and more.
My sister and I would create pretend companies with customers always in a hurry with very specific requests, a welcome mat with a hippo on it, a birthday card with a purple happy face. The beauty of boredom is that it is the ultimate nurturer of a creative mind.
My parents were both uniquely creative as well. My mom was an incredible home-maker, sewing beautiful quilts, handmade clothes, and knitting and crocheting beautiful blankets and keepsakes. She believed that it was never a waste of time to create something special for someone you love.
My dad loved to draw holiday-themed characters, cut them out of wood, and paint them -- displaying them in our front yard to bring joy to our neighborhood. Creating wooden characters for people was one of the last things he did in his life that brought him joy.
My parents tragically passed away within four months of each other, my dad from stage 4 cancer and my mom from a massive heart attack.
When I discovered surface pattern design, it became a therapeutic, creative outlet for me, helping me feel connected to my family's creative genes. Now when I draw, I think about how my art can be cherished by individuals and families for years to come. How a wallpaper, a quilt, a kitchen towel, a notebook -- the artwork can inspire us, become a precious heirloom, and can be linked to special memories for years to come.