As my header on my home page says, “Making and Meandering through a Artful Life,” I am a bit of a meanderer. I think all of us artists are. We tinker and play and bounce around a bit. We love to experiment and try new things.

Life has an interesting way of keeping us on our toes. From our high moments, to our lows, it's never an easy journey, especially when we are trying to stand up for ourselves, our family, our goals and our dreams. 

A New Year is so exciting, isn't it? A fresh start, so many possibilities, hopes and resolutions. We say goodbye to the last year with a grateful "see ya later," and move on to the next 365 days feeling optimistic and enthusiastic...

For years, I’ve been making art: painting, lettering, line drawings and other dabbles here and there. I sold several pieces, created a website and posted consistently on my Instagram account. Still, I never confidently declared myself an artist. I shyly would mention it here and there to friends and family, but never did feel confident in saying it. Why?

Ever since I can remember, I have loved to write. Pen, paper and thoughts, all working together to in an effort to capture the things in my head and on my heart. Whether it be with my messy, loose writing from my journal pages, or my quirky, more controlled, fluid writing I use in my coloring book and some of my doodles.  All hand-writing is beautiful in its own way, isn't it?