My home is one filled with laughter, music and cats. Hockey games are blaring, foods being cooked, and paint is being spilled.
Art. I remember my first elementary school art class. The room itself was a glorious one. Paintings on thick papers were everywhere, strung from strings all around the room like us children decorated it. You walked in and you were met with that visual, along with the smells of paint, sweaty little kids, and paper! I always felt physically and mentally safe in my art classes. Kind of like it was the one place that I was accepted. Throughout my entire school career up until college I was always in some form of art class. My art is simply my brain on canvas. Fueled by emotion and music.