I grew up with a mother who was a painter and a gardener with a deep love of trees, barns, flowers, and landscapes. For much of my life I deliberately avoided following in her footsteps as I searched for my own voice. I would be a dancer not a visual artist, I would go out west, and when I found myself deeply pulled into the visual realm, I explored the human form.
Many years later, I am still immersed in the world of painting and drawing, with recent work focusing on trees, gardens, and landscapes. What was once deliberately resisted has become a core concern, and I am grateful for how profoundly influenced I have been by my mother’s visual intelligence.