As a child, art was my escape, my way of expressing what words could not. But as I pursued a post-graduation in computers and embraced the responsibilities of career and family, my creative pursuits quietly faded into the background.
Years later, my husband reminded me of the joy I once found in creating. With his encouragement, I picked up my tools again, exploring different mediums and experimenting with forms of expression. It was during this exploration that I found my true calling in soft pastels and charcoal—mediums that felt like a natural extension of my soul.
