Kesia Finley
Kesia Finley Art was born at a tiny kitchen island in Manhattan at the height of a global pandemic.
Kesia was furloughed from her corporate job when Covid-19 struck. Her dad died of a heart attack a few months later...
Overwhelmed with grief, and feeling the need for an outlet, she ordered pencils and drawing paper. Her mind began to remember the skills she learned during her youthful doodling through math class, and her inspiration came from the mountains and deserts that used to be home. She missed the creatures and the mysteries of the West, she missed the horses that raised her, and they began to appear in her creations.
All of us were born as creators, and Kesia’s wish is that no human be limited from their own artistic potential, or from the joy that creative expression provides. We are all capable of more than we know.
Mediums
• Graphite• Pastel • Charcoal • Colored pencil
Kesia was furloughed from her corporate job when Covid-19 struck. Her dad died of a heart attack a few months later...
Overwhelmed with grief, and feeling the need for an outlet, she ordered pencils and drawing paper. Her mind began to remember the skills she learned during her youthful doodling through math class, and her inspiration came from the mountains and deserts that used to be home. She missed the creatures and the mysteries of the West, she missed the horses that raised her, and they began to appear in her creations.
All of us were born as creators, and Kesia’s wish is that no human be limited from their own artistic potential, or from the joy that creative expression provides. We are all capable of more than we know.
Mediums
• Graphite• Pastel • Charcoal • Colored pencil