However unfortunate it may be, writing and art have been the stabilizing agents in my life ever since I was old enough to realize I was living one. Now well into my sixth decade, it is too late to retrain my sensibilities toward more practical pursuits and, therefore, I am doomed - very happily so, I should add.
At present I am combining my efforts as a writer, painter and illustrator as well as my fascination with mixed media and uniting disparate worlds, by creating tapestries (or wall hangings) using vintage sari materials from India. While the paintings and text in each piece are my own, I reproduce them on treated canvass fabric and further enhance them with paints and inks before using my 1938 Singer Featherweight to sew them into place and embellish them with these exotic elements. There is truly something mystical about these exquisite fabrics and trims from a country whose collective spirituality is as ingrained as its reflexive need to breathe, and I feel the creative act to be sacrosanct as a result.
To date I have wreaked artistic havoc throughout several unsuspecting states originating in New York, where I was born and raised; Connecticut, where my three grown children were born; Arizona, where the mystical aspect of my artistic quest took root; and Kansas City, Missouri, where the vision expanded and changed everything.
I currently reside on a farm in rural Iowa with my husband, Steve, our three dogs, three chickens and irascible possum. Although time spares no one, my aim is to continue expressing the visions in my head through any medium that does not exceed my grasp until I am too elderly and frail to hold a pen.
My sincere thanks to everyone who enjoys and supports what I do. If my efforts do not yield delight for all of us when they are completed, then I need to rethink my entire life. God willing, I will never have to do that.
In Deep Gratitude,