Art has been the one constant in my life. I can’t remember a time when art was not a part of my life. Even when I tried to ignore her, art was lurking in the background haunting my thoughts. Art is what drives me. It’s what always has driven me. It’s what I knew I wanted to do at the ages of 7 and 17. It’s what I turned my back on at 27. It’s what I tried to ignore, yet mourned for 25 years. And, it’s what could no longer be ignored at 52. After all these years, I have come full circle. I am rediscovering my voice. I have finally come home.