I’ve been painting since I was 9 years old. I was blessed with parents who nurtured my interests and found oil painting classes for me way back in the 1950’s. I still have vivid memories of those Saturday morning lessons. The smell of the turpentine and the way the oil paints soaked into the newsprint we painted on. As beginners we weren’t allowed to work on canvas. Canvas was a privilege to be earned.

I only work with acrylics now. And I use as much canvas as I want…

Painting is my first love. It’s a means of expression that is a special gift. I can tell stories and work out issues on flat surfaces. When the work is going well it is truly a Zen kind of experience. When it's not flowing, it's best to walk away and work on something else. Or eat cake.