For as long as I can remember, I have connected to art before I even knew myself. My mom has always said that I inherited her artistic talents, but more than anything, the true value came out of her encouraging my love for art. I remember the eagerness I possessed to create at every opportunity throughout my childhood without fear of the product. My mom would set up a table for me in the backyard that I would transform into my very own workspace and paint the day away. As the days went by, however, the reality of more pressing matters of life became a part of my awareness, leaving that folding table and my routine of carefree creativity in the past.