People often ask me how I started painting icons. I always wanted to be an artist for as long as I could remember it was as if I connected to my passion long before I accepted it into my life. I had a twenty year-long career in Cosmetology. In the early years I worked in NY it was hard fast work with a lot of drama often surrounding me throughout my daily work day. The salon-euro boutique mall drew in high-end clients that would arrive for their appointments in BMW, Mercedes-Benz, Limousines and Rolls Royce’s, our staff consisted of at least seventy-five employees, my ears were continuously saturated with loud music, buzzing of blow dryers, immortality, gossip, smoke, coffee, sales and drug use all day every day. I would leave work trying to escape from the entire a-salt on my senses experience any way I could. I would usually find that nothing worked accept more noise. The quiet was over whelming the more noise the better this way I wouldn’t have to get into my head. I would go straight to a local club, a place my boss owned and get enough drinks in me so that I was numb to the reality that I would have to go do this again tomorrow. I hung out with my co-workers who were my ready-made friends. We were all in the same boat, a family boat you could say with no real spirituality, empty, shallow, money hungry, and damned. We were catty and had no real loyalty towards one another; we could shove each other under so fast it would make your head spin. I thought this was making it, whew! And although escape that life, I had no real choice at that time to stay at least that’s what I thought “dumb”! I know and try to endure. I knew something great was waiting for me I would day-dream about another life. I didn’t know what it was then but intuitively I knew whatever it was it was in my future. I had to explore to find out what that would look like. I never wanted to go home after work my Mother was fighting breast cancer, my home life was difficult, up in the air, I did my best to support my parents yet it was a trying time and that was hard for me to face at eighteen years old. I had a real good boyfriend that loved me and kept me safe when he could but the life I was leading was a dangerous one. I had divine guidance always knowing I had a guardian angel hanging out with me every day. It taped me on the shoulder when my friend handed me a crack pipe and I then handed it back to her and said no thanks. I knew it was a bad idea and after that I never saw the girl again. Evil waits and tries to invade into your life when you’re venerable but as long as you are in tune with your divine help you will never fail. I would take things far test the ledge but I knew when to stop turn around and walk away, Thank God! blessed then and I’m blessed now by the love of God. Even when I walked away from HIM he followed me for years till I was ready to come back. God showed up when no one else did; I surrendered myself to Him and when I did everything changed.