Erin Mabray

I couldn't paint, I couldn't draw, I could snap a good photo or two but that was about the extent of my handiwork but even so I always had a love of color. I just didn't know what to do with it. Makeup was never something I thought about growing up. I didn't wear it in high school, I didn't grow up around it as my mom and grandma never wore the stuff, instead I found myself buying my first foundation at 20 years old in Sephora and an eyeshadow palette from Coastal Scents. All of a sudden I found my own way of being an artist, one I didn't even know existed. With a brush in my hand I could find a way to do things on my own face that I could never begin to imagine doing on a tablet or piece of paper (nor could I if I wanted too). Somewhere along the line I swallowed the fear I had of working on others and began to expand my artistry to faces that weren't my own. It was a little scary at first and still is, the feeling of my heart beating wildly in my chest every time I come face to face with a client and my fingers twitch with anticipation. As scary as it sounds, I love it.