My Lover said, "Arise, my Darling, my beautiful one, and come with with me." Song of Solomon 2:10

My Art

Camellias blooming in winter. Cypress balls falling in summer. The joy of scratching a pin into wood window sills. These childhood memories are the origins of my calling to create. 

For me, painting is prayer. A way of being present, open, and authentic with God, myself, and others. 

Whether you see flora, a horizon, or something unnameable, my paintings are about "florality". The flower is a metaphor for the gift of aliveness within. I invite you to contemplate with me the ineffable beauty and mystery of florality. 

Through the physicality of  mixing media, personal gesturing with brushes or even my hands, I build texture, push color, and scratch into the paint to reveal something hidden. I generate a richly sensuous surface. Each picture breathes beauty and mystery of its own.

Paintings are objects for you to see, touch, and be with. That recollection or sensation you feel is the aliveness of your center. 

 My Story

I grew up in Washington, a small eastern North Carolina town where the sun sets over the waters of its Pamlico River. I remember always wanting to create... a dollhouse out of a shoe box, an imaginary friend who lived in the walls, powder + water + berries + flowers petals as a magic tonic.

My mother fanned this flame giving me an art box filled with colorful paint. My father suggested pursuing art in college. They honored this calling before I, fearful my belief an arts education meant abandoning “my voice,”

I received degrees in media production from UNC-CH and a Masters in Teaching from UVA’s Curry School. Leaving careers in broadcast sales and teaching kindergarten, I chose to stay home when our first daughter was born.  Life as expected. Then it changed.


Not an ending but a new beginning.

My father died of cancer; two daughters were born within two years; I admitted I was powerless over the alcohol used to gloss bouts of depression and anxiety.  God’s love restored me, transforming what seemed like hopeless chaos into renewal. This grace gives me the freedom to love, forgive, and create. It was during this season, my desire to draw and paint reawakened. I have nurtured my call with continual formal study with mentor Steven Aimone, community with trusted artists and most often asking, "Who is the artist?"