Medium: Acrylic, Oil, and Painting
Born and raised in the Bay Area of San Francisco, I was always surrounded by my artistic role model; my mother. I was an observant child growing up which helped keep me out of trouble. I distinctively remember watching my mother as she would be concentrating on a sketch and being mesmerized not only by her beauty, but by her facial expressions.
I began drawing in elementary school, during a time when large heads and large eyes were popular. It was interesting, but because it had become the norm, I grew bored. I slowly ventured into sketching with charcoal and loved it! I was excited not only that I was able to teach myself a new skill, but it allowed me to expand my horizons when it came to objects I would choose to draw. I was able to bring depth, detail and boldness to my drawings and that’s what I loved about creating different pieces.
It wasn’t until my last year of high school when my father brought home this big, dirty, fishing tackle box. To my surprise, inside it was full of assorted paint brushes, oil paints of all colors, polishes and primers. I’ve always been fascinated about creating different things and this brightened my eyes with excitement, but also made me feel a little overwhelmed. Before that day, I had never really ventured into painting. I had done my share of art projects, but never with oil paints, something I knew absolutely nothing about (except for watching Mr. Bob Ross). I dove right in and that was when it all began. Still to this day, I’ve created some of my best pieces using those same paints that were in that big, ugly, old fisherman tackle box.
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