Painted by Faith
I picked up a paintbrush for the first time at 49 — no training, no plan, just a trembling yes. What began as a terrifying leap of faith became a daily conversation with something greater than myself. I paint what I am shown, each canvas a quiet window — a place where you can feel seen, known, and loved. Every piece carries a message: you are not alone. There is faith. There is courage. There is hope.
