Critic.

05-2012 I have rewritten this sentence three times now. Why? Fear. The older I get the more fearful I get. I have seen a lot of good, but I am in an industry of judgement. Of being the best. Of relaying on others opinions to fulfill, and having no control of what will be said towards me and knowing that if I am not the best I am no one. 

My god. I see it. 

I am someone. A fearful someone. 

05-2022 I find myself logging into this untouched blog on a Monday morning rereading past posts and being curious about the person I was almost ten years ago. The courage and fear she was so openly sharing on this forum brings up emotions from within knowing the mental state she was in and the help she so deseperately needed. I am here now, no longer a fearful someone but the fearless someone I have always dreamt of being. 

Intersidéral 

12"x 50"/Acrylic 

Reprendre la vie

18"x21"/Watercolor

Brew.

Grande Extra Shot Fresh Start.

Aquarelle

18"x 24"/Watercolor

Temps Printanier

9.5"x 23"/Watercolor

Le Lys

5.5"x 8.5" /Watercolor