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Cannot Cry came from a place of great sadness. I was going through a terrible time in my life and had to find a way to express this sorrow and darkness. I had gotten to the point where I had cried my eyes out and then found that I could no longer cry. I felt raw and ugly and horrible. There, these feelings remain, but different now. Maybe I cried them all out and I’m on a healing journey? I no longer feel terrible about myself, I love the me I am now. This drawing seems like a lifetime ago. I know healing from trauma is possible. I know I’m on a healing path now. I can no longer cry anymore. I don’t know why that is. Maybe the Holy Spirit within me has helped me heal to the point where I don’t need to cry. I don’t really know. I do know that sometimes crying is refreshing and gets the yuck out of your soul. I haven’t felt the need to do this in several years. Sure PTSD remains but I feel changed and like a better version of me. Victory over the darkness is possible.

I have been an artist all my life, ever since I could hold a pencil. I have always loved to draw and paint. My styles have varied over the years from realism to abstract and everything in between. The mediums I most enjoy working with are: oil, prismacolor, charcoal, graphite, watercolor, pen & ink, alcohol ink, and acrylic. Currently I am experiencing a mammoth amount of creative freedom working on abstract art. In 2013 I donated one of my kidneys to a young woman who had only been born with one very diseased kidney. Since then she has been thriving and going to college and living her life. I consider this such a privilege and i'm so happy I was a match for her. I have lived all over the country. I primarily grew up in Woodland...