I am a storycatcher.
I must start with my own stories and dreams before I can understand others’ stories. My safety mechanisms have brought me to this point. It is time for me to celebrate the person, creator, and healer within. There is inherent value in my story. Even if it is finding and walking my own lost path. Sometimes the journey is the goal. Create. Breathe. Expand outward. Connect.
Exploring all parts of who I am and who I was will allow me to best create who I want to be. I am learning to love the woman I am becoming. I am surrounded by people who love me for who I am – not what I do. These are people I respect and love for who they are, not what they do. Let that connection fill me and inform me.
I’ve been hurt and overcome extraordinary things. Talking about them may hurt some temporarily, but will be freeing to me. My life story is one worth sharing. Personally and through words and images. My work and art are a reflection of who I am, not who I am. Liking my work does not make you a friend, and liking me does not mean you have to love my art. Through my story, movement, imagery and words, I am capable of connecting, inspiring, and helping create hope.
I am a resilient, strong woman.