By age fifteen, I developed arthritis from harvesting avocados and flowers. So, I began studying science in college to leave farming. Soon after, I failed and lost my grandpa. When his lungs collapsed, my grades collapsed. I wondered, “how can I make this better?” That's when I began waking up at 5:00am to paint.
Despite throwing my first paintings in the closet, I pushed through dirt like a seed because small steps make big changes. Having no special talent, my skills are the compound effect of my daily life choices for the past six years. I paint flowers because they have a resilience few people notice. Rain or shine, they always face the bright side of life.