|If my mother is to be believed, I was born an artist. I have always been scratching, scribbling and coloring.|
If my mother is to be believed, I was born an artist. I have always been scratching, scribbling and coloring.
I have done a great many things on my short time on this rock. I have been a technician working on transponders for spacecraft; my pinky prints are on radios that traveled all the way to Venus and to Jupiter as well as a few super secret satellites that are probably looking down on us right now. I have been a scientist, probing the universe on a very small scale. I can tell you God plays dice. I have seen the beauty of numbers. In addition to being a student of the world I have also been a teacher and a traveler. I have climbed mountains, raced the wind, swam in oceans, written, and lived, heck I’ve even been the lead singer in a Rock and Roll Band, although it wasn’t a very good one.
I seldom pass on the chance to smell a rose. I always watch at least one sunset over the ocean whenever I find myself on the West Coast. I always see the world though my eyes, these woman artist’s eyes.
Through all my life, like a drumbeat, a heartbeat, there is always this scratching, scribbling, coloring. “What is that girl doing over there? Oh, she is drawing pictures again.” I have pages of sketches going all the way back to my childhood. Everything I have ever experienced, all the people I have ever known, every where I have ever been, even in my imagination, all these things are just material for my passion, scratching, scribbling, coloring.
I believe that I am good at these acts of creation. I hope the viewer enjoys what I have painted. But even if that were not the case, I would still paint, scratch, scribble and color.