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When I was 5 I wrote a brief but important diary entry:

"Why is couch spelled coUch instead of coWch?"

It was at that moment that I officially decided I was never going to try and understand words. However, keeping a diary was something I never stopped.  I began collaging, doodling, designing (sometimes bikinis but mostly ball gowns) and dreaming. I create art to make sense of the world, to organize the visual inventory I am constantly soaking in. Creating is how I communicate. My five year old self is still very much a part of me which is why I became a teacher but also why I left, to dedicate myself to making art that will inspire all the little minds and hearts of the world.