Nature has been my oldest companion. Growing up on an isolated farm in Illinois, the fields, flowers, and animals around me were my social world — a living landscape I understood instinctively as sacred. That feeling never left me.
My work follows that bond. From desert gardens outside Los Angeles to the lush Atlanta garden I tend today, I have let nature speak through my hands. Working in mixed media and collage, I build from layers of Geli-printed handmade paper, adding color with paint markers — soft blues, warm oranges, tender greens and yellows — in transparent, luminous layers until the piece finds its own breath.
What I am chasing is that quiet sense of connection I felt as a child standing in an Illinois field — the feeling that the living world around us is generous, alive, and full of grace. I paint my garden. I paint what is felt in my soul.
