Art has been part of my life since I was very young. I was blessed enough to be surrounded by creative people who were
writers, musicians, gardeners, and painters. I was especially fortunate to grow up next door to my Aunt Laura. Laura was a teacher by profession and an artist by nature and besides painting and drawing throughout her life she has explored everything from pottery to macrame to batik. Luckily for me, she was only too glad to take me along on the journey with her.
Her gift to me and all of my siblings and cousins was to never act like our art was any less important than hers. She never pawned us off with children’s art supplies and projects. One of my earliest memories was, at the age of five, being on the front porch of my grandmother’s house sitting at an easel painting with Aunt Laura’s professional oil paints.
I have always loved and been sensitive to color. The strongest element of many of my memories has been the “color” of them. The day my little brother came home from the hospital over a hill in a wheelbarrow due to a huge snowfall was clear crystal white and blue; the day that our sailboat turned over in the middle of the lake was a muted green-gray; It is always the colors that seem to stick in my mind the most.
I think that is why I love watercolors so much. The color is pure and true and gorgeous the minute it touches the page. You cannot control it, you simply let the water take it where it wants and surprise you.
As far as my personal life goes, I am a single mother of three very fine young adults and I live in Asheville, North Carolina, where I am blessed to see the mountains everyday as well as live in a community of artistic, diverse and tolerant people.
A few years ago, Aunt Laura had several severe strokes. I was so worried about her spirits. Due to her health she had, in a very short time, had to move away from her home and her friends, give up her dog, and had even lost the use of her right arm and hand, her painting hand. Awkwardly struggling for something to say the first time I saw her, I kind of blurted out, “Well, what are you thinking about all this?” She said, “I’m down to my left hand. I’m thinking this will be my abstract period.” Among all the other lessons she gave me, Aunt Laura has taught me to always try to live in a place of hope.
I try to express that through my paintings. I hope you willl come back often and see what is new. Please feel free to contact me with your questions, ideas, or just to say hi.