Confessions of an Art Junkie

Once upon a time there was a girl who thought she could be an artist and translate emotions and energy into things. I’m going to tell you more - her mom was a refugee, her dad was a truth seeker, her brother was a kindred spirit. She drew, she danced, she studied, she painted, she sewed, she built, she welded, she cut things and nailed them and glued them and tiled, too. Some of her most profound moments occurred in schools and the sacred cave space with students and teachers while other magical things happened quietly on the ascent of volcanoes at sunrise. She became a teacher so she could continue the teaching tradition.

Wanderlust compelled her to keep exploring the world to discover universal connectors between us, see other places, and celebrate mystery and our differences. This is my story and I’m sticking to it.

Whether you are an art junkie like me, or new to art and collecting, I think we all can agree that people without culture are truly lost. Removing culture from people is the first thing dictators do. Art, which I see no differently than religion, brings freedom and joy. Art, I believe, should make us love more not less. Anyone who has fallen in curiosity or love with a piece of art and lives with it understands the power of art for it can transform a place and people. I strive for beauty, clarity, energy, peace, cultural connection and reflection in my work - just a handful of feelings that also arise when we allow art to enter into our lives.