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My name is Taylor Redler, I am 27 years old, and I live in Charleston, SC. I am an abstract/contemporary painter primarily using oil and heavy bodied mediums creating thick texture. I am an artist. It took a long time for me to say those words in my head, and even longer saying them out loud. I am an artist, even when I compare myself to all the other incredible painters, animators, designers, sculptures, architects, fashion designers, poets, est. That simple statement I couldn't muster the courage to say aloud, is the epitome of my entire personal journey to self-acceptance and love. 

Painting has opened doors to a different avenue of healing I didn't know was possible. Its challenging nature inspires me and doesn't scare me in the way other challenging tasks have in the past or present. That love and zest to keep growing, expanding, and challenging myself creatively has bled into every area of my life. I thought I felt similarly in my last career but in a way that was more emotionally and physically draining instead of fulfilling and up lifting. 

I am in recovery from substance use disorder and have battled mental health issues since I was little. I had a traumatic upbringing in which I developed harmful coping skills to deal with life in the only way I knew how. I've attempted to get sober since 2012 and have been in some sort of recovery/mental health treatment since I was in middle school. I am brutally honest about all parts of my journey to recovery because I hope by telling my story in its gory totality that it will normalize freely speaking about the hard times in life instead of exclusively sharing highlight reels online.

In late 2018, I started working for a non-profit organization called Oxford House. Within the year and a half of being an outreach coordinator for South Carolina I opened 8 sober living homes in Charleston and a few in Myrtle Beach and outside of Columbia. I walked hand and hand with residents witnessing dozens of miracles but triple the number of deaths and lost battles to the disease of addiction. Emotionally and physically exhausted I changed paths and wanted to be more hands on with a smaller clientele while pursuing a degree as a substance use counselor.

I moved to Asheville in 2020 right before COVID-19 started and took a job at a treatment center that I lived at one week on with the clients, and one week off at home at my apartment. During the high stress of COVID-19 and quarantine, the girls and I dove into one of the only outlets we had available while trapped at the rehab, art therapy. I found the most comforting peace and joy in painting, and it became all I thought about and wanted to do. I started sharing my paintings online and little did I know it would turn into a passion project that eventually turned into my full-time career. My low self-esteem at the time wouldn't allow me to sell my art, and the universe did it for me. The flowing requests for commissions and purchasing of my art was one of the most incredible feelings I have felt to date. I have always expressed myself artistically with art and design. I wanted to be an interior designer when I was younger and have always found the truest versions of myself while creating. I felt deeply called to being hands on helping people recover, but it took a little trial and error with changing *multiple* career paths to find the career I felt the happiest within (art). 

Fast forward: the stress of working in the treatment field during the high stress of COVID-19, in combination with the reliance of my old negative coping skills to deal with that stress and my poor core beliefs: I ended up relapsing at work. Reflecting, that was the largest/hardest blessing in disguise I've been blessed with. I went to treatment and moved back to Charleston. I took on any job to pay my bills and I painted. I painted constantly. I picked up a paint brush instead of old coping skills, and it flowed into all areas of my life. I started doing things that made me feel alive again. Surfing, skating, hiking, nature, meditation, yoga, running, and laughing (a lot). Those first few months back in Charleston felt like a dream. I met my partner who has assisted me in my growth and helped walk beside me back home to my body. Teaching me how I deserved to be loved. Inspiring me to follow my dreams. 

I'm following my dreams today. My dreams involve using my paintings as an outlet to walk through pain, experience joy in its purest forms, and tell a story of a girl who truly didn't believe she would make it out of her own mental torment alive. I want to build a platform large enough to spread recovery/mental health awareness. I want to share true and real pain. Honest healing. I want to talk about my developed negative core beliefs in hopes of allowing another human to awaken their awareness to their own. I want to inspire vulnerable sincere emotions from those who study my pieces. Most of all I want to inspire myself to keep sharing, keep growing, keep painting, and do not give up no matter how many times I fall. 

Let's create art together. Let's create a painting that you can dive into daily, in your home, that allows you to feel comfort and joy all while adding decorative style. My commission experience is personal and tailored to each individual offering not only home decor + style advice but ideas on how to make your space truly represent who you are.

email me and send commission requests to: artbytaylorredler@gmail.com


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