I was raised on 140 acres of farmland, fields, and forest in eastern Maine. My brother, cousins, and I built forts out of reclaimed shipping palettes, and furniture from the piles of bricks that never quite made it onto the foundation of our house. We played with the goats and chickens our grandparents kept. We searched for discarded treasures in the century-old rock walls scattered about the property.
A few of the 140 acres…
I have always been a “creative type.” From writing and performing in a play with my friends in first grade to working as a television and radio copywriter in my 20s... from picking out tunes on the piano at the age of 4 or 5 to being in every music-related group possible in high school... from weaving heart-shaped paper baskets in elementary school to discovering watercolor in more recent years... I am never happier than when my brain and hands are working together to create something.
My childhood home and environment had a profound effect on who I am now. For the time being I am living just outside New England’s largest city, but my art is almost entirely influenced and inspired by the woods and waters of northern New England. I can never get enough of fall’s golds and oranges, winter’s blues and grays, or spring’s greens and yellow and reds and pinks and purples... if you can name a color that appears in nature, I’ve happily painted with it.
You can take the girl out of Maine, but you’ll NEVER take the Maine out of this girl.