about the artist

I didn’t know it then, but spending my childhood digging in the red dirt of St. George, fishing for minnows in the farm streams of New Harmony, and hiking in the canyons of Utah’s national parks would endow me with a lifelong appreciation for the spectacular scenery of the West. Although I have lived in other parts of the United States and in Europe, I always return home to the red hills with a sense of peace.

As a child, I was also lucky enough to have been encouraged to express myself artistically. I drew with pencils and markers, tried my hand at acrylic and oil painting, and eventually learned to paint digitally. My first subjects were people: I loved trying to capture the complexity and grace of the human figure. 

As my life has wound its way around the proverbial bends of time, so also have my interests and aptitudes evolved. Now I find myself engrossed by the dramatic landscapes to which I have been exposed in my adulthood. Not only do I reverence the towering sandstone cliffs of my home, but I stand in awe of the seascapes of the Washington, the lush forests of Oregon, and the rivers of Idaho. I have been fortunate to have been introduced to these places by dear friends who have encouraged me to express my love of these places through my artwork. When I stumbled upon the magic of watercolors, I knew that this was the medium that could best communicate the feeling of stillness I somehow always find in the wild landscapes of the West.

To my French students at the university, I am a teacher, and to those I love, I am a friend, sister, mother, and partner. I am now learning that I am also an artist, a relationship that not only connects me to the landscapes I paint, but also more fully to myself.