If my artwork has any deep meaning, I am blissfully unaware. I show up to the paper, canvas or journal. I gather my overflowing basket of collage fodder, favorite mark making tools, tubes of paint, brushes, glue and scissors. Music quickly follows. Being a naturally overstimulated person, I rarely have an end result in mind. What shows up on the blank page is very often surprising to me. I use whatever materials are immediately in front of me. You won’t find me on a frantic search for that perfect scrap of red paper.
I work at break neck speed, short spurts and with a fair (okay, high) degree of artistic anxiety. I will walk away and then come back to the piece many times to tease out what the next step might be. It’s often a dance between “grab and go” and “hurry up and wait.” With this process, I feel physically and emotionally connected to each piece as I create.
I wear enough silver bracelets and rings to sink a ship.
I may have a *little* problem buying art books. Ditto on art supplies.
I have at least 5 lipsticks in my purse at any given time.
I adore abstract expressionism.
I believe that one can never own too many pairs of "Chucks".
I could never be without a pup - ever!
I love cheese. Can I get an "amen"?
I live on an island.
I love THRIFTING.
I am happily living my "second life".