When I was in high school I painted all the time. I drew all the time. Not just because I had to, but because of something much deeper. I'm an artist. I always have been. It flows out of me in many ways. Through my actions and thinking. I am a very passionate and sensitive person. However, since my dad died almost 4 years ago I have done little painting and drawing. I guess one could say I have been lost... depressed... I certainly feel like I have lost myself along the way. It is like I turned my back on who I was. These past several years have brought about many changes and obstacles, but I hope I am on the path to me again.
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