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.



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