in my head  by jaime windsor
 

         





               

                 artist:

                redefined


Born and raised in South Western Ontario, Canada I have been naively dabbling in various mediums since I was a young girl.  I've always been intrigued by the colours and forms in the world around me.  There was a time that I felt defined by my talent and pursued a career in art for a short, yet influential, period of time.  This experience allowed me to grow immensely as an artist and as a person.  However, after one year I learned that I could not continue on this path.  Discouraged by the notion that I would likely have someone else dictating what I create if I were to continue, I changed directions.  Much to the surprise of my family, peers and, in hindsight, myself I enrolled in nursing.  Under the pretence that this would be a rewarding occupation that I could actually live off of, I took a brief sabbatical  from the creativity bubble in which I was trapped.  Now, after working in ER for the past six years, fulfilling a hidden shadow of humanity that lies deep within myself, I have rediscovered my passion.  With these years behind me and with many moments lived I have felt a burning inspiration for quite some time now.  There is heat in my chest.  Thoughts in my mind that I am still trying to work out on paper.  Here I share it with you.  Please be gentle.

           jaime
                 windsor

What else

have I got?

 

"I have spread my dreams beneath your feet. Tread softly because you tread on my dreams."
                                                                                                                                           W.B. Yeats