…there I stood, on the banks of Sawbill Lake at the end of that summer, staring at a cloud ahead that was fat with rain, red light on the horizon, relishing this moment of beauty and solitude and I was so damn proud of myself. I got through my worst-case-scenario, all the stuff I thought I’d never be able to survive…

I have been creating my entire life, but no one knew I was an artist until I was 31 years old…