The little girl who used to sneak into her mother’s painting room and add small daubs of oil paint to her canvases never would have guessed that art would become her life and livelihood. Looking back over my nearly 30-year art career, it seems the only natural path I could have taken.

My need to paint is something akin to a spiritual calling, the main vehicle through which I process and express my experiences, and connect with the world around me. The art I create is like a visual memoir, each series a new chapter reflecting my inner world.

I’ve done several unique series, represented here on my website, either as current originals or prints from earlier work. It’s an eclectic collection, from realism to semi-abstraction, from traditional oil painting to mixed media. Each has special meaning for me. You may think different artists could have done this work, but as I’ve always told my customers, “It’s all me.”

As for the business side of my art life, I first took a chance selling my work at a once famous flea market outside Santa Fe, New Mexico called Trader Jack’s. It was more than your typical flea market, for sure, with booths displaying art, jewelry, antiques, and imports from all over the world.

When I started there I was trying to earn some extra money selling spice blends. That was fun for a while, but eventually I felt compelled to try to sell my art.

Those first sales were so sweet and so encouraging, and I got a feel for the path my life would take as an artist.