I guess it started before I could walk and I just felt that this was a way to express myself. It then took me to other places even college. Later this work let me to pursue such a career but it never really moved much off the easel although it continued to burn in my heart. Finally the years went on and I realized it was not what I could make from such works but what I could give. For my art was about taking a part of me and bringing it out to those who would want to see it whether it be in the past, the present or years after the finally colors were buried away. Art helped me express who I was even if only a few took a look.