The Early Years

Photo of me, my aunt, mom and brother


A bit about me and what drives the direction of my art.

Growing up in the San Fernando Valley was not my favorite place, because it was hot, smoggy and crowded. Setting those issues aside, those early years were a time when you could ride your bike every day, anywhere and could be be gone all day until dinner, not a cell phone in sight. Besides drawing, all I could think about were horses. I would leave my parents notes everywhere and was relentless! Both my parents had to work and there wasn’t any extra cash laying around so thinking about this now, I really put the pressure on my parents. Boy, did I pray! I badgered God as much as I badgered my parents, and you know what? Miracles do happen!

One evening when my dad came home from work, he said those words that I longed to hear…

There is a young woman at work who has a 5 year old bay Quarter horse mare that she can no longer keep and is willing to sell us the horse, saddle and all the tack for a reasonable price. Do you want to go see her?

No words could adequately describe the joy and excitement I felt. My dad and I went to see that woman and her beautiful horse, Brandy Bee Good, and she became mine that day!

— To be continued in my next post.

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