In the quiet of the night, I return to myself through art. Using the pencils and paper I keep by my bedside, I sketch birds, branches, moons, and whatever catches my interest— these small, meditative drawings quiet the day’s noise, help me develop as an artists, and remind me that creativity is still there even in life’s busiest seasons.

During a summer watercolor workshop at Vermont’s Landgrove Inn with Margie Samuels, I found more than technique—I found community, creative insight, and a deeper understanding of my artistic voice. Surrounded by inspiring artists and the beauty of Vermont, I left with renewed clarity.

This simple fig was the first watercolor I painted after a powerful chance conversation. It was the last of the figs I had at home, but the beginning of something. I started to think maybe I am an artist.