I think I always wanted to be a painter, but never knew I could. Seemed to me that all the great painters were men, and Christian, and dead. A few men had broken through without the church, or hadn't died (yet), but they were still all old stuffy white men and so, it seemed, were patrons. I was a teen before I'd heard of Frida Kahlo, and only after hearing about Diego for twice as long. In 2016 I went to the Uffizi and found works by only three women out of thousands of contributors over centuries, only one of those women was Italian, none American. It wasn't until I was in my late twenties that I found many new artists, a lot of them pretty young American girls, who were out there making great stuff and sharing it through Instagram. I started studying, practicing, asking questions and putting in time to learning the craft. Now that I know I can, I'm never going to stop. I hope if you're reading this and it sounds like you, that you'll asphyxiate the bitch in your head that says you can't and do it.