I've been observing the world from earliest days, cheek against sun-splashed floor, dissolving my molecules into whatever eyes and spirit saw.

Words came first, then photography with my Polaroid camera at age 7. Painting came later.

As a very young child, every day experiences lent me an unsettling awareness of life's impermanence and absurdity. Perhaps to counter that awareness, I capture whatever stops me in my tracks, frame it in words or colors, and reflect that shaped energy back to the viewer. In so doing, howsoever Quixotically, I strive to create work that gives pleasure and will keep pulsing long after the "me" of me becomes part of the collective ether again.

Visitors are more than welcome to my studio in West Valley City, Utah. Just message or call to let me know when you’d like to stop by.

As to my practice and what may appear to be an absence of serial pieces ... the 'serial' aspect is there, sublimated into a narrative loosely connected to my life. From 2012 to the end of 2016, my studio was in storage, so I used the time to finish my memoir. In short, I am a) self-taught, b) not a slave to trends, and c) the more I paint, the clearer my vision becomes. Bear with me, and I'll do the same. Contact me for prices and prints. To purchase original paintings, prints, and a selection of greeting cards, visit my

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A favorite quote about "art" and "success":

"It was not that the world owed him a debt and would eventually be compelled to pay it; but rather that the world would one day receive what he had it in him to give ..."
The Letters of Vincent Van Gogh, (Mark Roskill, editor, Touchstone, NY, 2008, p. 28)

Image: Some of the mastheads collected on my first European adventure, 1981-82. They mark an arrival, or sometimes, a misadventure survived with some brio. And luck. The idea was to save them for one day, when I settled down and had a proper home of my own, I’d collage them, perhaps with a few lines of text, giving the backstory. A second batch has North American mastheads, collected while travelling with my first husband on his various reading tours. Still recall the thrill of learning that the Greek word for news is “Ephemera”. How unutterably apt is that?!

Désolée de ne pas avoir mon site traduit en d'autres langues. Soyez patients! Avec un peu de temps, j'y arriverai. Cependant, j'éspère que les images vous donnent du plaisir!