Growing up, there was always art. It wasn’t ART, in all capital letters, demanding to be heard, but instead art. My father’s pottery was in the bathroom – but he was also an Accountant. My mother would draw on the walls for fun, and she was a Physician Assistant. I made scrapbooks with my grandma and learned to crochet from my great aunts. It wasn’t weird or unusual – it was simple. Like breathing. It was something you did.
I learned to paint after my mom died from a lovely woman who was also an M.D. She encouraged me to take risks in my work and try every medium. Most of my paintings were given away as gifts.
During this time, I never considering myself an artist. Art was just something I did, especially around birthdays, Christmas, and once a year for Art All Night in Pittsburgh.
In early 2014, I started to draw again, but this time more consistently. It was fun! I began blogging and trying other mediums again. I joined the Society of Bluffton Artists and have learned about displaying my art.
I know now that art is not something that I just do, it is a part of who I am. I am an artist.
My style is whimsical, happy, and sometimes a little strange. Generally my pieces are mixed media with an emphasis on acrylics and bright colors. I enjoy using odd or new mediums as well – such as paints made for glass on canvas or alcohol ink over gesso.
I have sold art all over the United States – and now have several pieces in Europe!
Bluffton Breeze, October 2014 http://issuu.com/blufftonbreeze/docs/octoberbreeze
Bluffton Breeze, October 2015