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In 2024-25 I participated in a journey to use art to uncover, dislodge and toss away for good the hinderances that had prevented me from living as the woman and artist I knew I was meant to be. It was my own sense of inferiority against the artist paragon that was Mom that were my demons. It is not uncommon, this precarious dynamic between mothers and daughters, after all. Mom has always loved me, but as humans we all come with baggage passed down through many generations, p

The story of studying art under the 20th century eccentric Andre Andreoli, the world’s foremost painter of 19th Century Dutch romantic landscapes. I was lucky enough to be mentored by him one summer in 1979.

Writing about my many names in a previous post, reminded me of the dark time that I changed my first name. This is the humiliating story, written in dialogue form, of the day I went to court to change my name. I was 31 at the time.

A journal entry written in 1996 while creating a piece of art during the time I was also going through a divorce. It began with an assignment given through a summer Discipline-Based Art Education (DBAE) course through the Getty Art Institute in Los Angeles. It reflects my feelings towards art (in 1996) and shows how the art-making process can delve deep into one’s psyche to express the true emotions one might otherwise not have the courage or words to communicate.

I paint intimate, nature-soaked soul-sanctuaries where dreamlike beauty holds space for quiet reflection, inner transformation, and the coexistence of unruly, passionate emotion. My work invites viewers into quiet, contemplative spaces—gardens, waterscapes, and open impressionistic and abstracted dreamscapes—where the gentle and the wild live side by side inside the same moment. In these paintings, I’m always searching for that tender threshold where solace, longing, and unta