I invite you to come look around and enjoy what I have to share.
       I'm just any number of personalities trying to tell a hundred stories each. I was born in California. I got my artistic abilities from both my parents; blessedly it was cultivated and encouraged by everyone around me. I grew up reading comics, involved in media (including stage), and studying art genres created throughout history. This is why ih have so many styles, ideas, and stories.
        I went to college for graphic design and illustration; which allowed me to combine 2 of my loves-art and computes. After receiving my Bachelor's Degree, my professional career took a backseat to simple survival. While I continued to create in my own time I had a string af "everyday jobs" just to keep myself fed.
       It was at this time that a friend of mine asked me, "Why are artists referred to as 'Starving Artists'?"
       By that time I knew the answer, "When we are immersed in our work (except for the blessed few who are paid artists) we don't have time to do anything else-like keeping jobs, paying bills, and food shopping. Thos of us who do work and eat find that we have little time left over to create these grandiose ideas bumping around in our heads."
        In the last few years I have had to face homelessness, psychos, and dead-end jobs with nightmarish co-workers and bosses. But I don't regret it. It has only served to teach and inspire me in life, as well as my work.
        I am now barely getting back to my art after almost 2 bleak years. I lost my one and only graphic design job due to an on job accident; after being told to stay on the job after I told them I was sick and dizzy. I found out 2 days later that I was pregnant. After my sons father disappeared, I faced homelessness twice while I carried my son. The second time was when I was 9 months pregnant and my 6', 300 lbs, psychotic roommate flipped out and jumped me 2 days before Christmas. My 2 shining hopes were my son Kevin (of course) and my fiancé Antwon. But that was not to last. Antwon, a kid's counselor,  was shot and killed in a drive-by a month before Kevin was born. He never got to meet the baby he wanted to raise as his own son. I was already on disability during my pregnancy-the doctors were worried about my stress levels. So I wasn't even allowed to work again until Kevin was 3 months old.
        I struggled with more dead end jobs and abusive households in Central-California until I gave up and came to Nevada, with my Mom, to start all over in May. That's when she (draagonstorm [my mom]) introduced me to Daz, and I began to create and become inspired again. I began to come back to life inside and out.
        But being a single Mom-especially when I'm all my son has-it leaves little time for art or even computer surfing. This is why I post my images rarely and comment so little on others images. I don't really have alot of time. But I do have to say I love this community and all the work I have seen. There is such a collection of talent here I wish I had time to comment on what little  I have seen-and to see/comment on more!
        I haven't given up and becoming a published artist, I just have accepted that it will take me longer than others. One day I hope that I will have the talent to create a 3D "Family Portrait" of Kevin, Antwon, and Myself, in his memory. So that even if it is in make believe we could be the family we wanted to be.
        Thank you for taking the time to find out more about me and visit my gallery. All Questions/Comments/Critiques are always welcome! We cannot really grow as artists if we cut off the world we wish to touch, after all!