I’ve moved a lot over the course of my life. I’ve finally settled into a quirky early 1900’s Victorian. It’s a rental until my future shakes out in a more stable direction, but someone was looking out for me when I chose it.

My studio is a separate commercial building on the same property. 20 feet from my back door. When I settled here 2 years ago, I had no idea I would end up being lucky enough to lease the studio, too. But it opened up and sat empty, calling my name for months before it dawned on me that I could take a risk and see if the universe would make it feasible. You all have made it possible for me to succeed and stay here.

Home is safety to me. My studio even more-so. I’ve cultivated an atmosphere of warmth, openness, and fertile ground for the imagination to go wild. Both for my students, my kids, and myself. I’m so grateful to have a place that feels so filled with light and love to burrow into during this crazy time of staying home, a place where I am safe to explore all the intricacies of my heart with paint and color and constant music.

This painting has probably 30 layers beneath it...it’s evolved slowly, used primarily as my canvas to just play and follow the lead of the brush. But it emits light, quirkiness, silhouettes of all the homes in my memory.