I grew up in a house of stone built by my grandfather in northern New Jersey. My father was a printer and “ad man” and my mother a graphic artist, so I was surrounded by paper, paint and ink — materials that fed my creativity daily.
I spent my childhood roaming the woods and watershed: walking over soft pine needles, sitting by the waters edge, listening to birds sing as the sunlight filtered through the trees. I would closely examine the delicate bleeding hearts, lily of the valley and mountain laurel in my grandmother’s garden. I even had a pet baby blue jay. So it seems that stones, birds and flowers were ingrained in my psyche at an early age.
I landed in the Pacific Northwest in 1979 and was immediately drawn to the the Northwest’s mystic landscape — it’s lush forests and stormy tides. Although influenced by my surroundings, my drawings and paintings focus in on the immediate and intimate: feathers, stones and nests; narrative compositions that invite the viewer to imagine the before and after; the moment a feather falls, a stone tumbles or a flower turns to seed.
A self-taught artist, I work in acrylics, collage, watercolor and graphite, as well as some printmaking. Most of my life has been spent working as a graphic designer and caring for family. Now in my early 60s, I’m working toward retiring from graphics and transitioning to full time fine artist, approaching each new day in the studio with gratitude and creative intention. When not in the studio I can be found wandering the back roads of the Pacific Northwest in my old VW van.