I paint because I must. My work is intuitive and sometimes mysterious. My work gives thanks for the miraculous universe we live in. Texture and color and rhythm excite me.
When the fox dashed across my path highlighted in my headlights, I took that as an omen I was to paint foxes.
I visited the Little Big Horn and found mystery and awareness. I have not SEEN the same since. My mission is to share that gift and evoke the sense of wonder in my viewer.
Painting people in their activities has been a life time interest, usually as they go about their daily activities. When my family golfed (I am not a golfer), I rode in the golf cart and sketched or walked around the grounds always alert to color, form and texture.
Acrylics • Mixed Media • Altered Books
Current work expresses my desire to ground myself in my new surroundings and capture the colors, patterns and designs of the wide open skies of Wyoming.
I have always drawn and painted. My Grandmother gave me wall paper catalogues to use as canvas and her photo-tinting oils (that dates me for sure!) to play with. A Canadian artist working in watercolor stayed with us for a week in Lake Chelan and I followed her around as she painted the Royal Ann cherry trees and other local subjects. I was hooked for life. I was told by my uncle Ray that “I needed to have a steady income profession” so he paid my way to Kinman Business University in Spokane, Washington. He was correct, I was never without work when I needed it in Bookkeeping and Accounting. I have always operated in Right Brain, Left Brain. I studied Sumi Ink and watercolor with Lisel Salzer in Seattle, Figure Drawing with Doris Colvin at North Seattle Community College, and continued self-taught studies and occasional workshops in art subjects, business and teaching subjects.
Grandmother taught me to embroider at age four. This came in handy as some of my first art sales in the 1960’s were of large “yarn paintings” (crewel designs of my own) which I sold at Sydahl’s Furniture Store in Seattle. This was an ideal venue while staying at home with two young sons.
The Sacred Earth Series was born in 1992 in Wyoming while doing research for The Arts in the Parks Competition. My husband was a history buff and we visited Fort Phil Kearney and there were plywood figures on the ridge above the fort and when the sun shone from behind them, what I saw was ghost riders, figures from the past in my mind’s eye.
Everywhere I turned on that trip, I was attracted to drumming and flute tapes, sweet grass, turtle rattles and at the Little Big Horn I had a peak experience. I could sense Spirit and everything in my senses was heightened: smells of the sweet grass, sounds of crickets, special awareness. I have since been told by my clients looking at my work that they had had similar experiences on that hallowed ground.
Time moved on and in 2009 my husband of 50 years at that time, was diagnosed with stage 4 lung cancer. I began accompanying him to chemo treatments three times a week for four years. During that time I began to create journals with elaborate covers, pages pre-painted with sometimes a prompt word and as I journaled and sketched my way in the chemo room, my body of work grew and I increased my skills in the medium and kept my sanity at the same time. There was no time to exhibit or market my work at that time. He was my priority, I his witness on his journey and also witness to many others in treatment. On the blue moon, August 31, 2012 he passed away.
In 2013 I painted, and made more books and had a solo studio open house at my home on Bainbridge Island, WA. In 2015 I mounted a fifty piece solo show at The Gallery at Grace on Bainbridge Island.
My transition to Pine Bluffs, Wyoming in 2016 has brought a change in my work. My studio is smaller now and I seem to find a need to paint the wide open skies and landscape and the people around me in order to ground myself in my new surroundings.