My oldest form of creativity is creating my own creatures and figures as I was trying to find ways to cope with my major depression. Back then, I only kept a small sketchbook, and would draw whenever I felt like it, especially in during somber times, living alone in my studio before I met my husband.

Now, on my spiritual journey as an artist, I notice that during times of stillness and loneliness is where my mind can become the darkest in the brightest hours. To this day, I still continue to create my various “creatures” that trouble my head as a way to release the darker parts of my imagination onto different types of mediums and in weird anthropomorphic figures. While images can be considered disturbing, or odd, it became a way of how I can befriend the shadow instead of shaming her, and see and understand my mental health in it’s visual state.