Telling a story, whether written, drawn, or painted, was a gift my mother and I joyously shared from my early childhood. Creating an alternate reality or drawing attention to the beauty of the present one has always been my passion.

Surrounded from birth by artists, writers, and free-thinkers, creativity was deeply ingrained in me.

I learned the magic of transporting myself and others from the worst winter storm to a sunny summer garden. A haven where regal iris reign and heavy-headed peonies nod in the afternoon sun. A special place where scarlet poppies dance in the summer breezes.

Capturing visions of sparkling lakes or rugged landscapes, the medium that best expressed my bliss was watercolor. Discovering it in my late twenties, I have seldom looked back. An occasional acrylic escapes my brush, but my true love is this amazing medium. It is equally as expressive as I am, one minute delicate and fragile, the next shocking in its vibrancy and depth of hue. As wild as nature and not so easily tamed, it has a mind of its own, which, once mastered, provides innumerable opportunities for a unique expression.