After I received my Master's in Fine Arts I tried to make a living with art. Unsuccessfully. I took a job in an art studio, selling other people's art. I lost my self respect, I became recluse. I lived with my mother and stepfather. I was diagnosed with depression.
At a Christmas party I was alone in the kitchen and a man talked to me. I woke up with him Christmas morning. Six months later I married him, a May December thing. I am doing art while my kids take art lessons. They are six and four.
