On a fall morning in 2005 I understood the power art has to heal us when we are broken and to guide us back to ourselves when have lost our way. My sister, only 18 years old, died in a tragic car accident and I felt as though a significant piece of me had been ripped away, never to be whole again. For months my grief was an obstacle to my artwork. And it wasn’t until I was able to let it back into my life that I really began to heal.
I began painting and drawing again shortly after Tess' death. Most of my work was inspired by her--either by the feelings I was dealing with or the desire to remember her smile, eyes and spirit. With each stroke of the brush or snap of the camera shutter, I was able to express debilitating sadness and anger over my sister’s absence in a way that brought healing, not only to me, but my family as well.
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