For as long as I can remember, art has been the most dominating presence in my life. I'm number 7 of 9 kids and the one thing that has always bonded us together was the act of creation. My mama raised us all on her own so naturally, with her being the sole provider for 10 beings, we grew up on the low end of the low income spectrum. Conventional art supplies didn't exist in our household. When I wanted to draw, it wasn't usually in a sketchpad because it was an expense we couldn't often afford. I drew on what we had, with what we had and the things I remember having always been around in abundance were sheets of white computer paper and pencils.
Using what I have and can afford has transferred into my art today in the biggest of ways. My financial struggles are still very real because against all advice I have chased my dreams of supporting myself and thriving through creation. While my process and subjects have evolved, my materials have largely by choice remained humble. My art isn't just a reflection of who I am, my art is who I am.