Hi! My name is Amanda and I am a artist. If there is a stitch to be made, I make it. If there is a needle to hold I hold it. Knitting (my soul mate), Cross Stitch, Sewing, Embroidery, Tatting, Amigurumi…etc. it took me a along time to accept that I was an artist. I grew up with people around me with such a huge talent for drawing and painting the classic things people categorize as art. I didn’t make art. I made crafts. The comparison to me was a large one. The standard something I could never achieve. But now, in my own little bubble I know that I am an artist. No one can ever take me away from that again.

I live with my Mom in Denver, Colorado. I’m disabled and chronically ill. I think the pain I feel is poured into the art I make to express myself. It’s not a theme but more an engine pushing me to put my emotions into the art. I have Postural Orthostatic Tachycardia, Trigeminal Neuralgia, Fibromyalgia, and Depression. These illness have taken a lot away from me, dreams of marriage, children, careers, adventures all stole away in the middle of the night. But creativity did not, my core of who I am, did not. Beauty and the ability to create it did not