Like many artists, I knew early on that the visual appealed to me and excited me more than any of my other senses.  So, all through my life, beginning with “How to Draw” books up to the  fascinating workshops so readily available in Texas, I gobbled up all the inspiration and skill anyone was  willing to share.

I wish I  could say it was a straight line from there to here but life happened and I’m glad it did!  I went  to school, married, worked and had children with the predictable result that free time disappeared.  But then fate stepped in and we moved to Houston just as our youngest turned five.  That meant kindergarten for him and some free time  for me!  Most importantly, this happened in a part of the  country which was full of great artists who were very generous in sharing their knowledge and  skill.  I joined many art groups and attended demonstrations and workshops where I discovered watercolors and all they could  do.  As I watched the  watercolors mingle and blend, I fell in love with the beauty and versatility of the medium.

I tried everything presented.  Some took, some didn’t, but I learned from each and  am still open to experimenting and trying to improve.  That is because, for me,  the greatest beauty of all is that there is no “end point” where I will “arrive”.  There is always a path going  forward to new and  exciting  discoveries.

I am learning to look and really see the world around me differently.  To see relationships and not just people, to see, not just grey but all the other colors that are a part of it, and to see not just objects but instead odd and different shapes.  To be able too express it and share it with others through placing watercolor using a variety of methods on many different surfaces is my goal.

Today, that  five year old is forty two (still not going to tell my age) and I would like to share with you some of the  visual excitement I have  found in the world  around me.