I loved drawing as a child. As a third grader, I won first place in a local drawing contest. The drawing was of Bugs Bunny and my prize – a real, live rabbit. My father was not thrilled. Through my childhood years, I continued to dabble with drawing but thinking there was no future in that, I left art behind until the Great Recession retired me in 2012 from my 30-year career as a landscape architect.
With a friend and business partner, I began to paint furniture. Then my sister begged me to help her learn to paint dogs – not animals, just dogs. Not knowing a single thing about painting a dog (or anything else) I bought two of everything, including brushes, acrylic paint, and easels. We would watch a video, stopping and starting, painting and watching.
Due to time constraints, my sister quit, but I was hooked. I began to paint on very small surfaces like 6x8s so that I could learn faster by my mistakes and successes. Not having had any academic training in art, I have taken many workshops and still like to take one every now and then for inspiration. I still love to paint in oils on small to medium sized surfaces using a “wet in wet” technique.
As a child I spent many long summer vacations with my grandparents and cousins in the countryside of western North Carolina. There were cows, (I was terrified of them) chickens, horses, birds, and many dirt roads, forests, and fields. Growing up a “city girl” (Raleigh), I miss those things and places, and much of my art now reflects my memories of those bygone days and disappearing landscapes.