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The desire to create began at age 4 in my
father's studio on the first floor of our house
in the country. In this small room, with
unusually large windows on three sides; that
flooded it with light, I was given a small
corner with an easel and used paint tubes so
empty I had to unfold the bottoms to remove what
was left. With brushes that were stumps, and too
few canvas boards, I painted on anything, mostly
found objects: rocks and discarded wood. I was
able to steal nature; its eloquent silence and
make it speak with a child's imagination.
At a time when artists
painted in two dimensions, to violate the
integrity of the flat surface was taboo.
Paintings were flat. The world was once again
flat and if an artist ventured too close to the
edge they would fall into the abyss. Early
instructors warned me not to stray too far from
that theory. But I was able to remove the
restraints placed on my wrists by those self
appointed dictators of theory as mixed media
jumped the barriers. My studio in Soho was an
unexpected discovery -- a real treasure. I was
surrounded by royalty; artists that nourished my
soul. I flourished. Found objects, paint,
metalsmithing and gems fuel my journey towards a
personal paradigm. |
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