Welcome to My World of Painting
I began painting seriously during COVID, during one of the loneliest times of my life. At the time, I was working at a seniors boarding home and had to stay isolated to avoid bringing the virus to them. My routine was limited to work and occasional grocery trip, beyond that, I was stuck at home, staring at four walls that seemed to close in on me.
I’m not much of a phone talker, so even that wasn’t appealing. The loneliness became overwhelming, and I felt like I was on the verge of losing my mind. Desperate for something to fill my time and keep me grounded, I searched for an outlet, something that would help me stay sane.
For some reason, painting came to mind. I had dabbled in it before but never felt confident enough to continue. Self-doubt had always held me back. But this time, with more life experience and a newfound determination to overcome my low self-esteem, I made up my mind: I was going to succeed.
I had once heard that there are angels assigned to help us, but many remain “unemployed”simply waiting to be called upon. That idea stuck with me, and I decided to hire a team of them to guide me in my painting. Around the same time, I had been following Demitra Milan, who often spoke about finding her painting voice. I didn’t fully understand what that meant, but I was determined to find mine.
I started gathering inspiration, asking myself: What do I love? Who am I? What needs to come out of me? I quieted my soul and listened. The world had become a bleak, dreary place, filled with uncertainty, and I needed to create beauty and lightheartedness, not just for myself, but for others.
I focused on what brought me joy: faces, hearts, pearls, doves, butterflies, gems, roses, and romantic, spiritual themes. But I didn’t want my art to be too overtly romantic. I needed something to balance it. That’s when my unique style, Ethereal Eclectic Romanticism, was born. I’ve never found another artist with my exact style, and that makes it even more special to me.
I love the dreamy essence of spirit, the softness of romanticism, but I also crave an eclectic touch, something unexpected. That’s why I incorporate geometric patterns to contrast the delicate elements. The combination creates harmony: dreamy yet structured, romantic yet grounded.
My color choices are just as intentional. I’m drawn to Clear Spring colors, vibrant yet fresh, full of energy and light. After much trial and error, I realized that these colors also suit me personally. With my neutral skin tone and a slight warm undertone, I can wear shades from multiple seasons, Summer, Winter, Spring, and Autumn, but Spring tones are my absolute favorite. They bring me joy, and I use them not only in my paintings but also in my decor.
Art has given me purpose, joy, and healing. It has transformed my loneliness into something beautiful. And through my paintings, I hope to share that beauty with others.
The Answer Within
Why does she see the beauty—
Is it all she’s ever known?
Or has she faced the shadows,
The cracks, the thorns, the stone?
Has she seen the bad, the unclean,
The bitter taste of loss?
Was life unkind to break her,
Or to teach her what it cost?
Was her innocence stolen too early,
To leave her broken, torn?
Or was it meant to shape her heart—
To feel what others mourn?
Did the world strip away her trust,
To fill her soul with pain,
Or mold her into tenderness
For those who felt the same?
Was she bullied just to knock her down,
To make her rise once more?
Was shame a cloak to weigh her down
Or strength she learned to store?
Why did life seem to hate her so—
Was it envy for her grace?
Did it sense the fire she carried,
The courage it couldn’t erase?
Did it know, beneath the quiet,
A voice was whispering clear—
You are not a quitter, love,
You’re stronger than your fear.
Did she hide behind a fragile mask,
Afraid to show her tears?
Did life grow too cruel for her gentle heart,
Trying to silence the light she steers?
Yet she did not break—she only bent,
Her spirit held its ground.
She wore her scars like battle marks,
Proof she was never bound.
For beauty bloomed in cracks of pain,
In places torn apart.
The scars she bore became her art—
A map of her healing heart.
She rose because she chose to rise,
To own both ache and grace.
For even when life burned her down,
She found beauty in that space.
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