I remember the chill of the water and the thrill of feeling something living. I was like a grizzly bear-child, catching fish with only my hands. I was shocked by the beauty of these brightly colored, shimmering creatures of the creek. This was one of my first “magic moments”, aware and in awe of the glory surrounding me. In my youth, as a ballet dancer, I was aware that the process was everything. The creation of the movements WAS the art. It was in these “magic moments” that I lived and found joy and creative fulfillment.
As an artist, I take joy in the “magic moments” of creation. When I paint, I am truly alive. This is when I am complete. This is when I am bigger than myself. I am driven to create images of hope and beauty in bright, brilliant colors that delight the heart as well as the eye; honest images that reflect my life’s experience; images of nature’s “magic moments”.