Every type of art is my favorite at the time I’m creating it. I love to write and sing, and I love to scribble on napkins at restaurants while I’m waiting on my food. But if I have to choose one, I love to work with wood. I get really excited when I find a branch on the side of the road or find scraps someone thought was trash. Images and sounds and experiences start flooding my mind. All of the potential. I get absolutely possessed by branch weaving. It is a labor of love. That is my favorite.

Inspiration is in the heartbeat. I eat and breathe and live in a constant state of inspiration. I had such a dark and dangerous childhood. It was my only way to make sense of the world around me and to escape; to face things in my own time. It's like my future self gave me that gift. She knew what I needed. I find that I am more inspired in the space that comes between joy and pain. The space where you can breathe again. The colors are always a little brighter there. It is where hope meets me.

I know what I wouldn’t do. I wouldn’t pay a bill. I would be intentionally self-centered with the gift. There are a lot of supplies and instruction that I’ve had to pass on because I couldn’t afford them. I love to create art, but I’ve never been good to the business side of it. I think I could use some education in that regard. I think it’s important to have mentors and look up the successful people in any endeavor and so I would get advice on how to spend that money as to not squander it.