A hopeless optimist covered in paint...and a little adhesive
My story begins in Houston, Texas in my grandmother’s bathroom with pristine white tile and grout. I decided to take her favorite shade of red lipstick and draw landscape scenes all over her sparkling bathroom. What turned out to be a disastrous event evolved into my great fortune. My exasperated mom enrolled me in art classes and I started painting at the age of eight.
Fast forward to my thirties. My dad was helping me remodel a home. At the time I was freshly divorced with no internal compass. It was a difficult time, but my dad knew the right thing to do. He handed me a sledge hammer and told me to tear down the old fence in my back yard. Demolition turned out to be the best therapy in the world. Gazing at the nails and screws in my hand, I decided to incorporate the recycled hardware into my next painting. I still have this painting in my house and have a chuckle every time I pass it in the hallway. My hot mess moment ignited a journey into mixed media.
My goals as an artist are for the viewer to experience joy and a sense of playfulness. If one of my paintings encourages you to smile, beat your metaphorical drum, or give you a moment of meditation, then I have completed my mission.
I used to play an online game called World of Warcraft in a previous nerdy chapter of my life and InfraRedHead was my character’s name. She could throw fire and ride the wind. This is what I intend to do with my art. I will forever be a hopeless optimist covered in paint (and a little adhesive) . Come join me!