My work consists of series of prints, paintings or drawings that are open ended narratives focusing on the effects of social change and upheaval on the forgotten inhabitants of our world.
Recurring themes in my work are the transition from girl child to womanhood, at the table (connections at home), the price of silence (not speaking leads to not knowing, leads to forgetting, leads to lost connection), conversations (words the threads that connect), and children’s games (learning the rules of play).
The layering of multiple techniques, print making, painting, drawing and digital mediums; mirrors my love of building images that integrate the past, the present, the tangible, the felt, the broken, the whole.
Drawing is handwriting. It is revealing. Drawing is the path inward tapping on connections, ideas, observations, memory. As a child I drew, horses, then fashion then figures, later narratives. I learned by drawing from life, drawing/copying old masters in museums as I traveled. Drawing has been a constant in my life.
Growing up San Francisco in the 50’s and 60’s, I was free to explore the city by bus, bicycle or on foot. In grammar school and junior high school, I sketched and doodled in classes, took art classes at the De Young Museum, Academy of Art, with Fred Fredden Goldberg and at the San Francisco Institute with Jay DeFeo.
In high school I was selected to join a group of other high schoolers interested in the arts for a weekly weekend workshop at Ronald Chase’s studio. His studio was large, filled with light and his work. He drove us around in his old station wagon to galleries and museums. He pushed us to work on our art. From him I learned how to be an artist; the daily practice, the challenges, paying attention to your process, finding your voice, to look and learn from other artists and art forms, and most of all to persevere.
The path I chose took me many places, sometimes far from my art. It took decades of practice to find my voice. I was caring for a friend who was dying of aids. He was a writer and a great story teller. One of the cruelties of the disease was it took his voice. I would try to tell him stories, and he would roll his eyes in disgust. I gave up my story telling and sat and drew him instead. From these drawings came a series of mono prints, and later a book Passing Over. This is when I knew I had found a way to make art that is authentic and my own.
I continue to work in a narrative form, drawing out my ideas first in pencil or pen. Sorting through my sketches and outside sources to compile my ideas in prints, paintings or mixed media.