Art chose me before I ever chose it. Self-taught and spirit-led, I learned to paint with light and pigment the same way I learned to breathe - instinctively, persistently, and with no roadmap but wonder.

From an early age, sketchbooks and cameras were my first language. Diagnosed with ADHD only in adulthood, I now see what I once thought were restless doodles were actually lifelines - quiet, rhythmic prayers that kept me present in classrooms, conference rooms, and every space that threatened to scatter my focus. Creativity became my sacrament and my structure; every line and shutter click an act of stillness.

While serving my country as a federal employee - work I accepted out of love for my country and its founding ideals - my evenings belonged to canvases and viewfinders. Friends asked for portraits; colleagues requested custom pieces. Each request felt like borrowed courage until a lone encounter on a coastal pilgrimage: a stranger-artist studied my work, looked me in the eye, and said, “This is no hobby. This is vocation.” The words cracked something open. What I had guarded as private devotion became public calling.

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I chose to follow where the calling led. Today, each photograph and painting is now an offering — a way to reflect the beauty of creation and give back to the One who inspired it. I keep my studio small and my heart grateful, creating with intention and reverence. This work isn’t just what I do; it’s how I humbled stay connected to purpose, peace, and the presence of God in every brushstroke and frame.