That's Matisse, my Havanesse, after biting into a tube of paint. He got a bath and recovered. 

Fortunately I was born to parents who loved the beach. My 21/2 year old self can remember trips to Nantasket Beach . The remembrance is soaked into my skin, eyes and ears. And so a life long passion was born- shapes, atmosphere, and state of mind remembrances would become my inspired art work.

I usually do not know what will appear, I just trust that out of chaos a piece will make sense in still some amorphous way and touch the senses. I love when they name themselves!

I now am able to commit working as a full time artist. As long as I am making something I’m happy.


Most of my mom's works are for sale, please contact her for pricing.