I was raised in a rural Quaker community without a television or commercialized toys, so I spent most my time playing outdoors and inventing new games. I was very close to my great-grandmother, who influenced me to care and nurture others. I firmly believe the spirit to accomplish anything is inside each of us, all we have to do is try.
My paternal ancestral tree has an abundant variety of artists beginning in the 7th century. From a young age I loved to draw, but my father was very practical and didn't see the value in art, so I was forbidden to draw unless it was part of a school assignment. A friend showed my secret book of sketches to the art teacher and she convinced him to allow me to take art as an elective.
Unfortunately, art took a backseat in life. Over the years I gave work away as gifts and did some commissioned work, but there have only been a few brief periods where I had time to create work for the purpose of selling in galleries. I felt there'd always be time later; well this is later.
Several years ago my hands became increasingly weak, began to noticeably tremble and twitch. Physicians neglected to do lateral imaging, allowing my C7 vertebra to gradually slide forward, compress my spinal cord and prevent cerebrospinal fluid from flowing normally within the central canal. The damage is irreversible, so my career as a medical massage therapist was over. With the aid of medication and working in short bursts, I'm still able to paint. My interests have always been eclectic; my desire is to try anything that pops into my head. Being a firm believer of one door opening when another closes, I'm looking forward to exploring new mediums.
I've written poetry and short stories most of my life. This was a welcomed outlet during years of abuse I suffered at the hand of an narcissistic spouse. Occasionally, a composition prompts a painting, other times a piece inspires the poem. Art and poetry are both sides of the same coin.