Run Wild
Run Free
Follow Your
Heart of Whimsy!
Run Free
Follow Your
Heart of Whimsy!
I am an
artist of whimsy. I am constantly experimenting
with style and subject, for I believe if I settle
on one, I will have done just that -- settled. Art
is an ongoing, learning, passionate experience.
There are mediums to explore, curves to wander,
lines to replace, and colors to explode upon the
canvas. It is about creation and exploration,
irrational desire and hopeless love, torrential
rage and seductive pleasure. And that is what I do.
And that is how we live our lives. In hope, in
passion, in laughter, in worry, in constant
movement and progression. I am an artist of whimsy.
Not because I can’t make up my mind, but because I
won’t.
I have fought any self-acknowledgment of talent for most of my life. While I have always wanted to create – on stage, on canvas, on paper; with a camera, a pencil, a glue stick, a paintbrush, a computer – I kept searching for the one thing that would stick. Then, I gave up. I channeled my creativity and passion into having children, going to the University to get a Master’s Degree in Media Studies, and becoming the Art Director of a National Magazine. Perhaps somewhere, as the person in control of artistic style, I could center myself and concentrate on a single road to take. Beautiful accomplishments, but I was stuck. Finally, along with my art direction I started to journey down the road of creating my own art. My paths are still random. And instead of fighting my various talents, and fighting the insistence of my world to surrender to conformity, I embraced my inconsistency and followed my heart of "whimsy."
With a wonderful, supportive and artistic family, I have given in to my creative needs. It was only in seeing the innate creativity of my children and the undeniable musical talent of my husband that has allowed me to remember my own. And when the desire hits me (and I’m not working on my clients' designs), I will paint...or write...or glue...or photograph...or design. Every day is a passionate journey, and every evening is a joyous repose full of the meandering creativity of children who tell me stories, share their art, sing me songs and make me laugh wildly with repeated comedy sketches. It’s an interesting road, never dull, and always full of drama. I am thankful for this life that has been given me, and humbly acknowledge this small talent that I am allowed to share with others.
I have fought any self-acknowledgment of talent for most of my life. While I have always wanted to create – on stage, on canvas, on paper; with a camera, a pencil, a glue stick, a paintbrush, a computer – I kept searching for the one thing that would stick. Then, I gave up. I channeled my creativity and passion into having children, going to the University to get a Master’s Degree in Media Studies, and becoming the Art Director of a National Magazine. Perhaps somewhere, as the person in control of artistic style, I could center myself and concentrate on a single road to take. Beautiful accomplishments, but I was stuck. Finally, along with my art direction I started to journey down the road of creating my own art. My paths are still random. And instead of fighting my various talents, and fighting the insistence of my world to surrender to conformity, I embraced my inconsistency and followed my heart of "whimsy."
With a wonderful, supportive and artistic family, I have given in to my creative needs. It was only in seeing the innate creativity of my children and the undeniable musical talent of my husband that has allowed me to remember my own. And when the desire hits me (and I’m not working on my clients' designs), I will paint...or write...or glue...or photograph...or design. Every day is a passionate journey, and every evening is a joyous repose full of the meandering creativity of children who tell me stories, share their art, sing me songs and make me laugh wildly with repeated comedy sketches. It’s an interesting road, never dull, and always full of drama. I am thankful for this life that has been given me, and humbly acknowledge this small talent that I am allowed to share with others.
