At a very young age, my parents encouraged me to draw, to keep me entertained, while with adults. As I grew up, they bought me art supplies. When I was twelve years old, my parents gave me oil paints and an ezul. We set it up in my bedroom, on the blue carpet. I didn’t spill a drop, that’s how careful I was. The first thing I painted was a bouquet of flowers. I showed my dad and he loved it. After it dried, I painted over it with a landscape. My dad came in and had kittens, over the fact that I covered over a pretty good painting. Ha!
went to collage and it took me years and years to finish school. I worked a job and could only go part time. It took me ten years to graduate. I lived thirty minutes away. That was not a problem unless there was snow.
I came to Florida in 2005. I loved ceramics and landed at the Armory Art Center working in clay. I still love the primal feeling of earth in my hands. I spent a year working on the wheel, really getting to know clay. Everyone in the sculpting class was having a ball. I joined them and had a lot of fun. I knew Sculpting was for me.
I have studied under twenty-six different artist in my life time. Taking the best lessons learned from all of them.