A native Texan, I fell to earth in 1955.*
My genetic family includes an artist aunt, farmers, ranchers, engineers, social workers, architects, missionaries, CIA, geologists, gardeners, golfers (lots of golfers), historians, teachers, all creative in their fields. I am blessed with many acquaintances, and a few lifelong friends.
My mother still has the first four oil paintings I produced at age 10-ish. I forgive her. They are not museum worthy...really, they are not even attic-worthy. Nevertheless, thus began my love affair with paint. At age 12, a landscape sold for $35.00 at The Dutch Art Gallery, Dallas, TX. Intimidated, I abandoned paint for teenage life in the seventies. What a chicken.
Flash forward > four decades of education (BFA University of North Texas), weddings, divorce, careers, daughter, houses, passports, pets, (the stuff of life, lived), and I still want paint. No, actually, I need paint.
Finally, painting is allowed priority.
Finally, rejection is merely a learning curve.
Finally, when the work sells, I am thrilled, intimidation be damned.
Finally, time is stolen to 'shut up and paint'.
Life is good.
Painting is my adjective. I appreciate the opportunity to share my work with you. Thank you for being a patron of the arts.
*This is not a lie....I was a breech birth.