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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

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'm abysmal at perspective.... have studied, practiced it, even taught it, and I can spot it immediately in my students' paintings, but never my own until later. I am and will always be about feelings, color, light, and mood, so much so, that I'll rush to express those while overlooking the most basic of technical elements. Alas! Remember that Cezanne and VanGogh had TERRIBLE perspective in their works too. I'm calling my style fauvism masquerading as realistic impressionism.

Art serves as a mirror, reflecting not only the artist's intentions but also the viewer's emotions and experiences.

The Power of Observation in the writing process