I was a creative child. I would create with anything I could get my hands on - paints, markers, paper, magazines, fabric, “How To _____” books, and treasures I thrifted when I was old enough to take my own money and walk down the street to the local thrift store. Stores like Michaels and Hobby Lobby were my euphoria, and I never believed 45 minutes once a week for Art class was enough time. I think it’s also important to note that Little Christina never wanted to be a doctor or a veterinarian when she grew up; instead she wanted to be a professional gift-wrapper at a store like Sak’s Fifth Avenue. (Still holding out for this one, honestly.)

I was a creative teenager. I took nearly every art class my high school offered. I experienced throwing clay on the wheel and hand building. I experienced digital image manipulation, collage, creating sculptures out of found objects, drawing still life portraits, and I learned to tell visual stories through the work I created.

I am a creative adult. I have a Bachelor's in Studio Art and throughout the program, I advanced my skills of throwing vessels on the wheel, mixing glazes, hand building and sculpting, sketching models, painting with various media, working with fibers, print-making, hand-lettering, and creating conceptual, interactive, refined works of art. I have an entire closet in my home organized with art supplies and materials. Most items I’ve collected on my own, but some have been thoughtfully given to me as gifts.

I never sat through a single business class or a photography class, to be where I am today. I do believe the deep, innate yearning to create fuels my success. I’m not just snapping shot, or arranging a bouquet. I’m capturing a moment— your moments that will tell stories for years.