You know that euphoric feeling that you get when you're in the middle of doing something you truly love? You are so engrossed in it that hours feel like minutes and you would give anything for it to not end? I describe it as something similar to a runners high. That is what painting does to me. It ignites a fire that I only feel when I am creating.

I was the kid watching TLC’s Trading Spaces and HGTV. The shy kid who could most confidently express myself through creativity. However, after adolescence, there were years where I didn’t pick the brush back up. Years where I didn’t feel that “fire.” It wasn’t until the pandemic and the birth of my son that I fell back in. It’s funny how life works. Sometimes unexpected events bring you back to where you belong and cause things to come full circle.

Ma•tre•scence - the physiological birth of a mother, similar to adolescence, involving hormonal and identity shifting.

One of these events for me was motherhood. It changed every aspect of my life. Every part of my being. With it, I couldn’t shake the tugging feeling I had to make a change. To spend more time with my son. To also do something that would fill my cup, so that I could adequately pour into my family’s. So I took a risk, left my career in corporate America and landed here.

Here - where you can now find me covered in paint on a regular basis. Here - creating large-scale, abstract oil paintings while simultaneously trying to chase my son around.

If you choose to follow along, thank you. I’m trying to pursue this painting passion that I have dreamt of since I was a little girl. I owe it to “her.” I hope that my story and work inspire you to go after your goals too.

-Beth