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Thinking back on some of my fondest memories, there is always a hint of nostalgia. We overlook the cumbersome details and tend to focus on what brightened our day, our mood, our livelihood. The memories of my dad and me are no different. He often would tell me he wished he could put me in a glass box - protect me from the world and not allow be to grow any bigger. At the time, I thought he was being ridiculous, trying to "break out of his box" whenever I could. In hindsight, his "box" was merely his heart of gold bonding us together.

My passion for art began at my grandparent's kitchen table many years ago. Together with my grandfather, we would draw pictures with crayons and markers of the world around us and characters that expressed how we felt. Today, I have traded my crayons for paintbrushes. I have earned a Bachelor of Art in Painting from Eastern New Mexico University and a Masters of Education from Grand Canyon University. When I am not painting, I work with elementary students, sharing my passion for art with tomorrow's future leaders (and buyers of art!). Although my grandparent's kitchen table now is the center piece in my own kitchen, I have never forgotten the importance of expressing one's ideas and the intimate connection we make when creating and...