3 years ago I was in the middle of a quarter-life-crisis! This might not really be a thing, but to me it really was!  I felt that I trail blazed myself right into the life of normal. I lived on my own, I had a 9-5 job, and a new car. I knew my purpose in this world was to create, I knew I loved to document things. I just didn’t know how to fulfill that purpose.

When you make your art your living, it can be really hard to be inspired – to feel like an artist instead of a business owner. 

I loved photographs way before I loved being a photographer. When I would go to old antique and thrift stores with my family, I would love to shuffle through vintage photographs.

I was never the fastest kid or the smartest, but I was always the most creative. I can remember my first music class, the first time I learned what a violin was, the first painting class I took, oh and the first time I was ever on stage! The arts, both visual and performing, was something that has become apart of me. I often hear, “If you constantly question if you are an artist, chances are you are…” I could never relate to that. Art has always felt like home.