My creativity is a gift. In part, it is driven by a childhood need to be heard.

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With art or poetry, I’m able to express things that inspire and/or weigh on my soul. It doesn’t matter whether I am sitting inside a grove of trees, looking into the eyes of a friend, or admiring the grace of dying tulips. Beauty and depth are there to be found.

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When I’m painting or writing, an internal music comes alive in me, a sort of dance with the Holy Spirit.

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It’s a form of prayer, the dance, a giving from deep gratitude to Christ, the Lord of my soul.