I was born and raised in New York. I played in alleyways and on fire escapes, traveled the world amongst the dusty steamer trunks and wicker baby carriages stored away in the cavernous basements of the neighborhood apartment buildings. I knew all the wonderful characters that made up the neighborhood shop owners. They were the same people who watched over me when I set up my own version of the street corner lemonade stand under the noise and life of the elevated subway two stories above. It was a time of innocence and wide eyed wonderment. Life was good.
Like most, my life has taken many turns. I long ago left the sights and sounds of New York for the mountains and blue skies of the west. Life has been an eclectic mix of big and small, bright days and scary moments, great candle lit dinners and hurried microwaved meals. Three Children who conjured up stories even greater than mine, and a husband, who until he took a new (higher?) position with St. Peter, was my best friend. From him I learned humor and from me he learned whimsy. Memories were made and he left with me with orders to continue to make more. So I do ... and I try to bring all of that in to my work. I love color. I love design. I love the pieces of life that make us who we are. So now, when you look at all those tiny bits of paper that I have used to complete a painting, you can imagine a colorful road of life leading to each one. And then you get to continue that road with your own imagination and interpretation of my work. I hope it makes you smile.
Footnote: One of the reasons so many of the memories I have are as wonderful as they are is because I had someone to share them with. All the Laughter filled memories and even the tear stained memories ~ having someone there to say "I know," or to laugh and cry with you is a great gift. In December, 2005 I said "I Do" to my new Memory Making Partner. He too, lost a spouse and so we have the "I Know" in common. He's definitely a 'glass half full' kinda guy so the smiles are often and the future of many new memories looks very promising.
I was born and raised in New York. I played in alleyways and on fire escapes, traveled the world amongst the dusty steamer trunks and wicker baby carriages stored away in the cavernous basements of the neighborhood apartment buildings. I knew all the wonderful characters that made up the neighborhood shop owners. They were the same people who watched over me when I set up my own version of the street corner lemonade stand under the noise and life of the elevated subway two stories above. It was a time of innocence and wide eyed wonderment. Life was good.
York for the mountains and blue skies of the west. Life has been an eclectic mix of big and small, bright days and scary moments, great candle lit dinners and hurried microwaved meals. Three Children who conjured up stories even greater than mine, and a husband, who until he took a new (higher?) position with St. Peter, was my best friend. From him I learned humor and from me he learned whimsy. Memories were made and he left with me with orders to continue to make more. So I do ... and I try to bring all of that in to my work. I love color. I love design. I love the pieces of life that make us who we are. So now, when you look at all those tiny bits of paper that I have used to complete a painting, you can imagine a colorful road of life leading to each one. And then you get to continue that road with your own imagination and interpretation of my work. I hope it makes you smile.