My eyesight changed dramatically and quickly. It would go in and out of focus constantly. There were many other hard-to-explain symptoms, which left me exhausted. Doctors could not help. Thus, my style of painting changed, and I deemed that work not good enough. Collectors and galleries lost interest. Despite this health issue and my identity crisis, that period of my life was pivotal. I had a dream I could heal with my hands. I went to massage school in Arizona, leaving my son with his father, a decision I have regretted. In Arizona I gathered more pieces of myself and began to own my sexuality and its healing power. I began to inhabit my body.
