As a little girl I was born into a family of incredibly creative people. My dad quit his 9 to 5 job when I was born to become a full-time professional watercolorist. My mother has illustrated many children's picture books and was a highly sought after psychic reader as well (a little known fact). Both of my parents are highly intuitive and creative humans and I am so grateful for their influence in my life.
My dad is apparently related to a very famous artist named Samuel Prout from the 1800s. Although we can't find the missing link, they share a name, similar facial features and a similar style.
I grew up in galleries, studios, art exhibitions around the world with art and intuition in my blood.
In my grandmother's home (my mother's mother), she had an art studio with all of her portraits, sculptures and sketches plastered over every wall. One of the last deep and meaningful conversations I had with my grandmother in person was when I was 19.
Nana Mollie made me promise her that I would keep creating artwork and writing no matter what.
I promised her that I would.
This was a promise I sadly had seasons that I couldn't keep.
(pictured below: left is Nana's home studio and right is Nana and I when I was about 12).