I began life as a farmer. My art is inspired by the hundreds of flowers I grew on California’s Central Coast. I learned that without hard work, weeds will take over your garden. So, my paintings take over one thousand brushstrokes to complete.
By age fifteen, I developed arthritis from heavy labor. So, I began studying Human Biology in college to leave farming. But when my grandpa’s lungs collapsed, my grades collapsed. In sadness I picked up a paintbrush for the first time. Then, I threw my first paintings into the closet! Like a seed, I pushed through dirt because small steps make big changes. Even though it wasn’t easy, I now work the sciences and paint professionally.
I paint flowers because they face the sunny side of life, rain or shine. How will you grow?