When I think back to how I started hosting paint parties, it's like remembering a wild ride from daydream to reality. It all began with a simple dream—having my own art studio where I could let loose and heal.

Back in early 2020, just before COVID-19 turned everything upside down, I was going through my second miscarriage. Painting had been my therapy during my first loss years ago. So this time, I knew I needed to jump right into it to keep me from spiraling into deep depression. It was my way of finding peace amidst the storm of emotions. Art has always been my thing, ever since high school days when I'd sit in class with my headphones on, painting away.