Journal

About Me and My Art

A few years ago I was told I was dying of cancer. During that battle is when I was “touched with color”.

Until the diagnosis, I had never allowed myself the time to explore my artistic urges. I had ambitious goals that led me always in other directions. Even in high school my extracurricular creative activities revolved around theater. With a sense of a great honor, I fearlessly took on the role of Anne Frank when I was 15. But the thought of walking into an art class terrified me. In theater you hide yourself, in art you reveal yourself for all the world to see.

When I read my cancer diagnosis report, which proposed that I would not live any longer than two more years, I was surprised by what popped into my head. “But I’d always wanted to paint, someday”. I believed the paper. A d…