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have a certain persona. You know, we're all
wacked in our own way, sorta thing.
When I paint, my artwork reminds me I was given a
special gift that no other has. Somewhere, where I
do fit in. A talent of my own and a style that no one
else has. It's a place to go where I don't feel so lost.
Most days I take my gift for granted and I often have
to take a step back and think "my brain and my
hands work together to create paintings that bring
out human emotions" What a wonderful thing to see
someone get tears as they look at a monument
etching I've done, or to get an excited email from a
happy customer who has received their work, or to
wake up Christmas Morning and think about all the
people across the United States who will be opening
one of my paintings for Christmas.
My kids (17 & 20) are my heart and soul and the
loves of my life. As a single Mom for most of their
years growing up, I've always made them my first
priority above all else and am the best mom I know
how to be. In return I am rewarded with their respect,
kindness and compassion for myself and others,
along with their honesty and love. Those two make
me so proud. If I had to do it all over again,
just to have them in my life, I would.
I'm a Daughter, I'm sister, I'm a Mother, a horse
lover (I have 5), I'm a secretary/ laborer/accountant
and shipper for my business. When all is quiet and
I'm alone and the paintbrush is in my hand late at
night, that's about the only time I escape from trying
to be so many different things to so many different
people... that's when I'm just "me". If none of what
I've written makes sense, that's ok...I'm an artist
remember? I'm supposed to be wacked.
after. I moved to my favorite state (PA) and I'm
surrounded by the 3 loves of my life. My kids,
my animals and my artwork. I can now say...If I
were to die today, I would die happy.
That's an awful good feeling.