I make my art because I was born with a gift that was nurtured. Given painting lessons at the
Legion of Honor in San Francisco, a city that provided opportunity, art schools, museums and much
more, I grew into maturity fortunate to live in a cultural environment.
Art inspires me. It is in my genes. It is a devotion, because it matters.
My art has signified and represented many things that I've cared about over the years of my long
life; my love of our environment, of domesticated and wild animals, illustrating children's readers about
endangered species and causes that concern me. More than three years ago, I put away my paints
and began to draw graphite portraits of people, something I never dreamed would inspire me. Now
I draw people, those that are commissioned and people admired or loved... people with a story.
I suppose what has been unique about my art is that drawing was the medium of choice. I love
graphite on paper. Color put aside, I think about light and shadow, contrast that brings
drama, and the feeling of the subject's essence coming to life.
However, since I thrive on change, I am working once again with pastels depicting symbolism
in portraiture and landscape, although graphite on paper remains a favorite.
I believe in perfecting, not perfection, acting and feeling in accordance with what my soul demands of
me. I draw and paint the very best that I can. I continue to learn from artists and people who critique
my work, some from the best artists, who totally amaze me with their spot-on critiques.
I am the happiest when I draw, paint, or do photography that suspends me in the moment, whilst listening to music in my studio, yet another obsession.