Art as a healing tool. It is my family and art that keeps me going. It is the business of art that pushes me to the edge. It is the practice of art and family support that pulls me back and reminds me once again of the power of creativity and its value in drawing or writing out your worries. I live daily with the notion of the desire to remain private as a somewhat introverted human being and the absolute need to be known as an artist. The two pieces seldom fit together but still working, writing, (over)thinking it.