Decades ago when I was an English major, the beautiful William Carlos Williams poem, The Red Wheel Barrow, kept repeating in my head. It’s a visual masterpiece in words and contained everything that mattered to me in that moment: brilliant color, blazing light, and the ordinary and miraculous beauty of nature. Looking out on the Spring campus in the morning light, it seemed so obvious that I wanted to become a painter. The realization came from outside and within.

The Red Wheel Barrow

By William Carlos Williams

So much depends

upon

a red wheel

barrow

glazed with rain

water

beside the white

chickens

My Life in a Nutshell

I was lucky to grow up in New York City where I experienced the cultural profusion of a major city. My dad, a former painter, was earning a Phd in art history at NYU and took me to art museums on the weekends. Spending summers in Rhode Island at my grand-parents’ house near the ocean was yet another blessing.

In my thirties I migrated to San Francisco and discovered inspiring landscapes and a vibrant West Coast cultural scene. Still, I missed New England and Manhattan, and moved back East after a decade.

The work I’ve enjoyed the most outside of creating art has engaged me with people, ie teaching art to a variety of students including seniors and employment as a community social worker.

My husband and I have lived for over 30 years in central Vermont which fits us perfectly. He is an acoustic guitar builder and we enjoy the wild habitat, woods, rivers and villages here. We can work at home in our own studios yet we’re within reach of New York City, Boston, Montreal and the ocean.

I hold a BFA in painting from UMass and an MA in Liberal Studies with a thesis in painting from Dartmouth College.