My Story

Art, like life is a journey.  Throughout it all, the creative process and the absolute need to make art have been my cherished companions. Early on I was an illustrator and product designer. Clients included W, Playboy, USA Today, the US Army, AAA, textbooks and ads. I did the storyboards for the Emmy Award winning Charlotte’s Web. I designed creatures for ILM and toys for Mattel and others…like Barbies first hot tub & camper van.

I started to paint after my daughter was born. My work was exhibited in New York, Europe & California. Then…divorce and my father’s death. My art changed…

I put down the brush. Everything in storage. I started sculpting small gestural figures out of found objects and paper.  Easier to work with and pack up. Freelancing was drying up. I needed a day job to support my art habit.

So I went to USC’s Physician Assistant program… What was I thinking! I had to abstain from all art. Otherwise I would have dropped out. I made no art for 10 years. I was hardened like steel and yet developed a profound compassion for all living things. I saw the consequences of illness, of aggression, accidents and love. We are all transitional beings.

I amputated limbs. I marveled at gallstones. I was fabulous at skin grafts…an art form. I had the privilege to to see how perfectly made we are inside. Did you know that electrical impulses visibly change color as they course through the brain? I held a beating heart in my hand. I held my Mother as she passed on. I saw her soul leave her body. My art changed… 

I sculpt in concrete, wire, and wood now. Maybe, more permanent than life itself. The figure has come a metaphor for life’s major events….gestural indicators of a lifetime of memories that we leave behind for others to build upon. Most of my figures are hollow. You can see right through them. They might hit your on a visceral level.