Hello everyone and welcome to my world of painting.
I paint because I have to, a drive inside of me that won’t let me rest. It is only when the paint-filled brush touches the painting surface that my concept of time disappears, and peace, so strong, it fills my blood stream. It is so powerful, that as textures, colors and images grow before me, I feel as though I am sending out a wave into the world, bringing a sense of calm somewhere else as well.
I paint because I have to, a drive inside of me that won’t let me rest. It is only when the paint-filled brush touches the painting surface that my concept of time disappears, and peace, so strong, it fills my blood stream. It is so powerful, that as textures, colors and images grow before me, I feel as though I am sending out a wave into the world, bringing a sense of calm somewhere else as well.I used to think of art as a sort of selfish activity, wondering, how my time painting could possibly contribute to the saving of society, equal to my previous teaching and family counseling careers. Yet ironically, I made sure art was a big part of my two children’s and students’ lives. I painted along with them and doodled endlessly while on the phone or at staff meetings. Only on occasion, when all my other work and chores were done, in the wee hours of the night, would I take out the paints and explore on my own. Never did I show anyone my attempts. Then one day, I took a risk and showed a friend some of my paintings just because she was curious and I trusted her not to judge, but to simply see what this secret hobby of mine was. What happened was not at all what I expected. One by one, I pulled them out of a drawer and spread them out on the bed and to my surprise she put her hand on her heart, and made some sort of a gasping noise. She was somehow moved, and I could see that something in my work changed her somehow, just for a split second, but it was enough to suddenly make me realize that art was a worthy activity and that it can make a difference in someone else’s life. Art is very subjective and personal. I can go into a gallery with one other person and we would not like the same pieces, but we are both equally inspired by at least one that just captures something so deep, we can’t explain it but we needed to have seen it. It is the same with seeing a beautiful view or and expression on someone’s face: I am moved and changed somehow; part of the evolution of my spirit and search for my meaning in life. So welcome to my world of painting. What you see is a life time of growth but only less than ten years of actually labeling myself an artist, and showing my work publicly. I continually grow and experiment, yet my art colleagues say I already have a style they recognize as my own. At times I try to experiment and challenge them by trying to change my style, but have come to realize that changing my painting style is as difficult as trying to change my personality. My paintings are the unconscious me, reaching out to you.Thank you so much for stopping by. It is my hope and best wish, that you find something for you in the viewing. 
