When I was 12 years old my mom was shot three times leaving her in critical condition and my sister and I in psychological dismay. While my mom made a full recovery, it took me years and lots of trial and error to figure out just how to recover myself. Before I discovered art, the concept of flow and the healing power of salt, I struggled with chronic nightmares. I tried talk therapy, church and a few other things that just didn’t do the trick. Then, I discovered the healing of art making. For me, art making is a spiritual practice. It is my church; It is my way of connecting with the infinite and it is my way knowing that everything will be more than just ‘alright’. It is a practice of reminding myself that my potential is limitless and, at the end of the day, the universe really does have my back.