I live on a well-traveled path for whimsical creatures who come to my studio, sit for portraits, tell their stories and eat my snacks. I am contractually obligated to write their stories (in books, blogs, backs of cards) or they will take away my title.
My first art memory is as an obsessed finger painter who wanted to paint all over everything all of the time. My Mother gave me crayons. A life-long doodler, I finally found an outlet in what I later learned was called “abstract” painting. Even later, I realized that my abstracts stand for “The Grand Metaphor: every piece looks better because of the pieces that surround it.”
In my art blog, I write about new work, the work of my friends and colleagues, artists and work that I admire, new materials and explorations, and advice for artists (and others) who are growing their businesses.