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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.

It has taken what seems like a lifetime to find my voice as an artist. Does that mean I can finally call myself an artist without feeling like an absolute fraud? I don't know. Maybe, maybe not, but it actually doesn't matter to me any more either. I just AM. Call me what you want, or at worst, say that I have the true heart of an artist if nothing else!

As a child, I was fascinated with wonder that anyone would paint a house in cerulean blue!  Purple and yellow pansies waved their faces between the two houses and danced like happy members of a solstice parade, under baskets of fuchsias that contributed to an exotic, almost carnival feel.  An indian family lived there...

I was that precocious child who was thoroughly obnoxious, but one couldn’t help smiling when you watched me, so they tell me, anyway.

When I was very young, my dad used to call my art "wallpaper". After college I wallpapered a couple of rooms in the home of the singer, Kenny Loggins'...