As long as I can remember I enjoyed playing with paint. Wether it be creating something on canvas, throwing a new color up on the walls in my home, or re-doing a piece of furniture. Paint and I just get each other.
Last year was, hands down, the hardest year of my short little life here on this earth. For the first time I struggled with depression and really bad anxiety. I ended up taking all this raw emotion and pouring it into my art. When my boss saw a few of the pieces I had created, he informed me that I would be the next local artist we showcase at the salon. Immediately I went numb and my first words were, "I'm not an artist!" He just laughed and said, sure you are!
Three weeks later I filled the salon with 12 piece of my art. Within a week the above piece sold and over the next 3 months so did 5 others. I became the top selling artist to showcase their work in our salon and was commissioned by multiple others to fill their place of business. My art now hangs on walls all over Central Florida and I have no one but my boss and my hardest year on this earth to thank for that. It really just goes to show you that sometimes really beautiful things can come out of really shitty situations.
Oh and guess what... seems I really am an artist now!