I breathe. I dream. I feel. I love. I cry. I laugh. I hope. I dance. I write. I paint…
I have always been an artist; it’s as involuntary as breathing. But I haven’t always pursued art in a professional capacity. Fear and practicality sometimes get in the way. They did for me--fear of becoming a starving artist, the practicality of wanting a roof over my head and a pillow to sleep on at night. But fear and practicality can suffocate your spirit, so I changed directions and became an art student. I quit my day job and followed my heart. Now I paint my dreams, my memories, my experiences and turn the music up loud while I do it.
Art permeates all of my life, whether I am creating lines of movement with my body while dancing on an aerial silk, sautéing color in the kitchen as I toss some peppers in the skillet, stringing words together until they sound like my own voice or passionately laying paint onto a piece of masonite. All in all, I believe living is the truest art.
You might find me at any given moment with a brush or camera in my hands, running through my sister’s house laughing with my nephew, cuddling with my dog, driving (probably way too fast) while singing with the radio, or dancing through the air on a trapeze.
Oh yeah, I have a major thing for shoes. And music—of all kinds. I’m a vegetarian and a Francophile. Picasso is my favorite artist (I cried the first time I saw his work in person), and my favorite color is usually red, but sometimes blue.