In my younger years I had been okay at art classes and got good grades in them, but, most of my friends had played sports. I had wanted to be like them, because I thought they were cool, and they are cool. However, I was never really that great at sports. In basketball I was usually picked last or second to last during pick up games. I did rowing for awhile but mainly as a way to be around a community. There were many situations where I put my own interests aside for the sake of fitting in. This way of living made it so that I didn’t feel strongly about much at all and more often than not had apathetic feelings and thoughts concerning my worth or another’s worth. After experiencing an “awakening” (a realization that I wasn’t living as myself, but who I thought I should be), and a series of upsetting circumstances, I took up the pens and markers again and began to make art. This also came with an immaturity and a naive approach to the real world. I was often misunderstood, being twenty-something with no artistic background and having high aspirations for myself as an artist. I lost friends and circles of friends and had many years of disconnect within my own family relationships. After some time I re-enrolled in community college and began to understand art from a more traditional viewpoint and setting. Being an oddball, many teachers took a liking to me and I appreciated what they had to teach and say. After several years of that I found a studio for my friend. She later shared her space with me. I eventually moved into my own studio and have been selling art to collectors - mostly local - and exploring new methods and ways to make the art that I want to put forth.