In essence, practicing hospitality through painting is my act of prayer.

 

Sensations and memories awaken when I juxtapose marks using myriad media. Through cycles of adding then veiling, I’m fascinated as a dynamic and rich surface comes to life. There’s nothing to understand, only an invitation to be my paintings in ways that are meaningful to you.

Nurtured by generations of southern women, I embrace their life-giving lessons of hospitality. Using art to nourish one another in body, mind, and heart by offering space where we can relate, remember, and imagine is sacred and healing. 

 

"Arise, my darling. Come away with me, my beautiful one." Song of Solomon  2:10

 

My Story

I grew up in Washington, a small town on the banks of the Pamlico River in Eastern North Carolina. No matter where you're raised, we're imbued with imagination and desire to create. This universal call to live creatively is as unique as our fingerprints.

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 of 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 gave me hope, transforming what felt only like confusion into promise. This grace gives me the freedom to love, forgive, and create. It was during this season that my desire to draw and paint reawakened. I've nurtured my call with continual formal study with mentor Steven Aimone, and community with trusted artists.

Daily I ask myself, "Who is the artist?"