It all started about 24 years ago. I had just left the Army, having honorably completed my military service of 3 years, at Camp Casey in South Korea. I was newly married, and still transitioning back into civilian life. I simply needed a job—something steady to support my family and build a future.

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A friend told me about the painters' union in Vancouver, Washington, (local 360) at the time, and something about it just clicked. The idea of transforming a blank wall into something beautiful, the artistry of it, stirred something within.

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From the very first day, I knew I had found something special. I was a natural, not just with a paintbrush, but with the patience and skill required to turn a vision into reality. 

Over the next four years, I worked hard, both in the field and in the classroom, learning essential aspects  of the trade as an apprentice. There were moments of struggle-times when it wasn’t easy, but with every challenge came growth. When I finally graduated from the apprenticeship program and received my Journeyman’s certificate, I felt a deep sense of pride.

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It wasn’t just a job anymore—it was a calling. Looking back, every step along the way, even the difficult ones, brought me to where I am today, doing what I love and sharing that passion with others.