When I was a little girl, I really wanted to go to Art School but my parents decided that I should play tennis instead.

When I was a teenager, I really wanted to go to Art School but my parents decided that reasons for our immigration to America did NOT include their daughter choosing Art as a profession.

When I became of age that allowed me to make my own choices, I decided that I no longer have the desire to be an Artist, thus burying my childhood dreams deep into my memory box

And then I got my first digital camera, an expensive ugly little thing called Minolta, and my Artistic desires were awoken from their winter sleep, feeverishly fighting back any attempts of their host, that being me, trying to subdue them back to their humble sleeping digs.

I never learned how to draw and I probably never will. But I am an Artist in my own definiton of the word, an Artist in how I see the world around me, an Artist in how I allow others to see it though my own eyes...