VoiceCatcher 6 is available now
October 2, 2011: My work "Loss" is featured in VoiceCatcher 6, which is available now. Check it out. http://voicecatcher.org/buythebook.html
Welcome from the artiste de residence
Welcome to my own little corner of the world wide web. Those of you who know me well, know that I have been artistic all of my life. At first I was strictly a pencil‐loving kind of girl. Color intimidated me. The thought of color made my toes curl. And not in a good way. What if I do it "wrong?" What is wrong? Will I know wrong when I see it?
Life ensued and I took a bit of a forced hiatus of sorts from creating art. During the summer of 2009, I was briefly involved in a relationship where I didn't feel like I was heard. Really heard. I felt like my feelings were marginalized, trivialized, discounted, labeled. Contrary to form, I ended that relationship and found a new one — a relationship with myself as a painter. I became newly acquainted with the artist parts of me. Shook them out. Took them out to play. Threw some of the broken pieces away and painted over the mistakes. And here I am - enjoying a particularly prolific period in my art. We are great friends, Art and Me.
As with most things art‐related, all roads lead back to nephew Daniel. Whom I love with every twitch of my brush and curve of my pencil. He is the one who stokes the fires and gets me going in new directions. Challenges me to loosen up. And lets me know in his own way that you can never have enough white or black paint. So for reasons that are known to him, this site is for him. Danny, I carry you with me. And I look forward to your next visit.
Life ensued and I took a bit of a forced hiatus of sorts from creating art. During the summer of 2009, I was briefly involved in a relationship where I didn't feel like I was heard. Really heard. I felt like my feelings were marginalized, trivialized, discounted, labeled. Contrary to form, I ended that relationship and found a new one — a relationship with myself as a painter. I became newly acquainted with the artist parts of me. Shook them out. Took them out to play. Threw some of the broken pieces away and painted over the mistakes. And here I am - enjoying a particularly prolific period in my art. We are great friends, Art and Me.
As with most things art‐related, all roads lead back to nephew Daniel. Whom I love with every twitch of my brush and curve of my pencil. He is the one who stokes the fires and gets me going in new directions. Challenges me to loosen up. And lets me know in his own way that you can never have enough white or black paint. So for reasons that are known to him, this site is for him. Danny, I carry you with me. And I look forward to your next visit.
