Do you remember the first person who truly believed in your dreams? I was in sixth grade when my grandmother taught me an unforgettable lesson about what it means to be seen and supported. It started with a simple drawing of a librarian, but became something that would shape my entire life as an artist...

Do you have art in your home that holds a special memory of someone you love? Some of my most cherished pieces are my deer paintings, which always make me think of my mother, who I lost a year ago. We shared such a deep love for these gentle creatures, often spotting them together on evening walks near her house. Little did I know these paintings would become more than just art—they'd become a bridge connecting three generations of women in my family...

We've all been there—putting time and energy into something that just isn't clicking. For me, it was watercolor. Each painting felt like a battle as I watched the colors blend beyond my control. Then my art mentor suggested something that seemed almost too simple. That's when everything changed...