...more about the artists

     In order to explain how we came to this art venture, we must first start at the beginning, as it came as a process. 

     My mom, Karin, was raised in Newport Beach, CA spending much of her childhood sailing to Catalina and diving for muscles. She soon attended Loma Linda University for Dental Assisting, where she met her adored husband, Tom, a painfully shy, witty, precious, stressed out dental student. Soon after they moved to San Diego, CA where they had two children, Alex and myself (Alex was always very clear on the fact he did NOT want a sister haha). A taxing work commute pushed Tom to achieve 17th on the loan repayment program list where they sent us to the underserved area of Moses Lake, WA. We spent the following 7 quality years basking in the simple life with cherished memories on our boat visible from our home, which sat over the lake. My dad saw the opportunity to work with his twin brother in 1997 and we made the move to Wenatchee, WA where they built a pediatric dental practice to resemble a visit nothing shy of Disney Land, complete with a built in castle and a Main Street filled with a homey bakery, joy-filled hat shop, tempting candy store, and so many more distractions. My dad would light up when he explained, "Paige, if you find a career where you're helping people, you won't work a day in your life." So, at 10 years old, I kept my focus on a career in dentistry.

     In 2010 I received my Bachelor's in Science, Health Science from Walla Walla University. After a strong focus on my future and wanting to put motherhood first, I withdrew my application and applied to dental hygiene. in 2013 I received my Bachelor's in Dental Hygiene from Loma Linda University along with the class Service Learning Award for assisting the underserved, where I met many lifelong friends. I practiced the next four years in Ojai, CA and Redlands, CA when I planned a spontaneous trip home for my 10 year class reunion of 9 graduates. There, I reconnected with my shy, handsome, and admirably humble classmate, Trevor, and we were married within 3 months. Life held an exciting future and I was thrilled to move back to my hometown.

     Trevor introduced me to the love that many hunters have for animals and the conservation involved (which is detailed below). After 14 blissful months under our belt, my father-in-law was diagnosed with stage III brain cancer, Anaplastic Astrocytoma. October 2018 forever changed our view on life as we lost our hilarious, selfless, protective Roger. 

     The next 3 months were what could only be described as a fog, until we were blessed with the news Trevor and I were pregnant with a son! It seemed slightly unbelievable as we'd been praying for months for this gift. 6 months into the pregnancy, I began having complications and was airlifted to the University of Washington where I delivered my son at 26.3 weeks, 3 months premature. Our precious boy was 2lb 9oz and perfect in every way, but had a battle ahead of him none of us could prepare for. We spent each day in prayer and hopeful mourning until God came to me and said, "he's going to be okay." It was simple, but it was all I needed to be the joyful support my son needed. During the transfer to Seattle Children's Hospital we were told he had initially been given a 2% chance of survival.

     After our 6 month stay between the 2 hospitals, we were discharged with our healing son trackable by the mile long oxygen tubes with the sound of an XF-84H known as the "Mighty Ear Banger," nasogastric feeding tubes, and pulse oximeter with the popular alarm clock sound that would alert as soon as I'd reach N1 light sleep. After a year, our boy was tube free! It was slightly unbelievable and we were confused by the freedom. 

     In 2020 we decided to expand our family through adoption, which was abruptly halted as my friend selflessly offered to be our surrogate. With 2 IVF procedures under our belt, we were blessed with 1 healthy embryo. With the anticipation of a family of 4 quickly approaching, we finally felt as though we had emotional control once again. This was until my dad, our best bud, was diagnosed with stage IV Adenocarcinoma; life expectancy 1-3 months. This seemed simply impossible as his only "bad habit" was that he put everyone before himself. Following the news he said, "This is God's plan and we need to respect the plan." We couldn't imagine life without him, how could this be His plan?

     My dad declined much quicker than any of us anticipated, not verbalizing one complaint. He would join us with a big smile saying, "I'm so happy to have this moment." I will cherish these moments with my dad and all the past ones I discarded as "the passing of time." My dad and mom tried to fit the next 20 years of their sacred marriage into 7 brief, agonizing weeks. As my dad accompanied my mom with the funeral arrangements he told the funeral director, "I've really had the best life." September 2021 my dad joined Jesus. My daughter was born 3 months after his passing, a few days shy of Christmas, a direct gift from heaven.

     These events have paused the progression of our art, but we now have a true understanding of pain and through that, such an appreciation of this life and all people. C.S. Lewis says it best, "Difficulties in your life don't come to destroy you, but to help you realize your full potential," and "being grateful for the little things you have is more important in life than being miserable about the many things you don't have."

This art brings us so much joy and we appreciate you joining us in this sparkly journey.

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