In writing this, I have given much thought to what came first, my love of animals or my love of art? They are so inextricably entangled that it is really hard to tell! No matter what I am doing, animals stop me in my tracks. They fascinate me and touch my heart in the deepest places. Even in my earliest memories they are there, a living presence that is somehow connected to me. When I was just three years old I escaped from my house and walked alone down the block to the firehouse to see the spotted dog that I knew lived there. Soon drawing horses became an involuntary response to paper and pencil. Most of my jobs were animal related, e.g., stable hand, trainer’s assistant, dog groomer, but these experiences taught me about anatomy, personality, and the uniqueness of each individual. So, I am guessing that the art really became my way of expressing this love and fascination.
The natural world has always been my comfort zone. You won't find me at the mall unless art supplies are on sale! I would much rather take a walk with my dog or ride out into the country and look for cows and wildlife. I am blessed to live in the Livermore Valley where I can still leave town in any direction and pickup trucks and cowboy boots aren't a fashion statement but a way of life