So where did theartistego? Somewhere along the way, I started to see my creativity as a personal outlet and not something to be shared. I don’t think anyone ever actually said that, but something about the world I lived in made me feel that way.
My mom, Mylene, is the person who really nurtured (read: enabled) my love for all things crafty. Her initials before she got married were M.A.R., so her older brother always called her Mar. When I got to high school, my friends started calling me Mar, too.