In a world of breast implants, liposuction, and botox injections I find
myself striving to paint the imperfect person. These imperfections I see
solely as beauty marks. When I paint I do not paint out laugh lines and
wrinkles because those flaws tell a story. It is one of a life filled with
laughter and smiles and the subject I have chosen should be proud of them.

I paint my own insecurities. Some days I am that woman on the beach
having a wonderful time but knowing deep down that the world thinks that I
should not be seen in a bathing suit, I am that woman that looks in the
mirror and hate my reflection, and I am the woman standing beside her true
love and knowing that the world is snickering at us. A part of me is in each
painting, not just my signature.