Art has always influenced and permeated my life in a myriad of ways. My mother was a remarkable artist. I grew up with large canvases of Montana scenes full of deer and mountains painted by my uncle. My brother is an ink and watercolor nature artist. During my 20’s, I was entralled with photography, then infatuated by oil painting for still lifes and portraits. Later I was obsessed with ceramics and worked under the tutelage of Jim Romberg, Raku master and Professor at SOU in Ashland, Oregon. I later studied pastel painting during a time when I traveled a lot; when the accoutrements of ceramics were too cumbersome to ferry. Each journey through these various art forms provided the platform for the next endeavor.
Immersing myself in acrylic has been a homecoming. I fell in love with the spontaneity of abstract, like unveiling a secret unknown to even the artist. Many of these paintings spilled out like a birth, forming themselves into otherworldy lifescapes. These paintings reveal a combination of serenity and tumultuousness, alive and full of movement and all coming together like poetry. After painting I feel like I have adventured and explored and declared. After painting, I walk out from the room feeling an exquisite peace with parts of myself newly wedded.