My life was melting and like Dorothy, I was off on a journey & instead of meeting the Scarecrow, the Tin Man, & the Cowardly Lion, I got to meet brain injury, impending divorce, and loss of close family and "friends".
Then, instead of finding the wizard, I found me. I began melting Crayola crayons when my younger daughter, showed me how to apply wax to canvas using a blow dryer and a fork.
This was all I could focus on for a while, helping me as art therapy; where I could take physical and emotional pain and turn it into something colorful and bright. I didn’t know it than, but the seeds of Alisa's True Colors were being planted to help me learn and adapt to the new me. I was creating my ability out of my disability.