In Her Own Words…

My own creative journey has not been an easy one.

I was born into a farming family near the Idaho/Wyoming border. For reasons still unknown to me, I decided to teach myself to draw in grade school by sketching different horse breeds out of an encyclopedia. My skills progressed rapidly, and eventually I went to college on an art scholarship.

By the time I graduated with a Bachelor’s degree in oil painting, I had started a little family. My love for my family was deep and all consuming. I began to neglect my art and own dreams while I made room for theirs. Before I understood what was happening, I was battling depression.

The only thing that seemed like a good idea during this time was to return to school. I made the choice to study interior design. Four years later, I was a nationally certified interior designer. I wasn’t painting much, but I was taking steps to recover my artist passions. I was allowing myself to dream again. As I dug in, doing the hard soul work, art made its way back into my life.

I finally gave my art the commitment it deserved after a decade of doing only interior design. I committed to painting daily for a full year and I found my art patiently waiting for me. I discovered what I wanted to say on its behalf. This website is an accumulation of my struggles and triumphs coming together for a greater good.