My Journey

This isn’t just art. It’s reclamation.

From the moment I could hold a crayon, I was hooked. By 10, my dad gave me my first drafting table and became my art agent, selling my drawings at work and even managing commissions for me. At 13, my painting won first place in a local art competition. By high school, the demand grew, but so did the pressure. The art I kept for myself in a binder was even stolen from my locker (If you have the piece of the indigenous man in war clothing about to launch a spear—yes, I still want it back).

By 22, I was overwhelmed by commissions and unsure how to manage art as a business. I left it all behind for the stability of the corporate world, trading creativity for computers. For 22 years, I didn’t touch a pencil or a canvas.

Then life reminded me what really mattered. After kicking triple-negative breast cancer’s butt, twice, I knew I wasn’t meant to live safely. I was meant to live fully. At 40, I returned to art with raw passion and a new perspective. Carmen 2E Art is that second evolution, the version that reclaimed my hands, my heart, and my true north.

Art isn’t just what I do. It’s who I am. 

If it feels like a remembering. 

That’s because it is.