I have loved art for as long as I can remember. Drawing, painting, photography, pottery, you name it, I've loved it. I used to live and breath it. So it's amazing to me that somehow I did the unthinkable.. I allowed myself to loose my drive for art. It wasn't until my dad passed away that I began to paint again. It began to pour out of me. It became my therapy. Now I am trying like hell to rekindle my passion for my craft. For me, Anatomical hearts are the subject. While this is my story, my dad's life has become apart of mine. So when you look at my art, I hope you see more than a painting or a sculpture, I hope you see my heart.
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