Born in Maryland, the first 11 years of my life were spent in Maryland, Virginia, and Pennsylvania’s beautiful Amish farm country.
Ours was a home always alive with the sounds of singing, laughter, and a love for the arts. My father was a voice instructor, and
there was a steady flow of eccentric, artistic, and interesting larger- than- life-characters, as my father’s greatest passion was
the Italian opera, and all its drama. But I was NOT a performer! And while the rich, and tragic melodic theme from Aida seemed to
always play in the background of my heart, and life, I found myself in search of a quiet reality, where no one could make me forget
who I was or why. The real-life opera of my family life was a drastic contrast to the truthful beauty of the tranquil land, where I
could breathe in the life of the things that flourished under the warming sun. I remember vividly, when I was 5, losing myself, in
the turquoise twilight magic of a summer evening, taken in by the breath of sweet fields of winter wheat, beneath the rising sliver
of a moon. Here I felt I found myself, my love, my truth. While the melodramatic voices loudly echoed from our little farmhouse, I
escaped into the quiet roar of the singing crickets, and the song of the meadowlark, and here I felt, was a place that was mine. As
my life changed, my parents divorced, and we moved away, I always longed for my beautiful Pennsylvania fields, where everything was
the way it should be.
I can’t explain why I feel such passion for the beauty of the fertile earth, but these things have been my real teachers. Through
colorful, and crazy years of growing up, from the Eastern seaboard, through the hills of the Ozarks, to California, where I arrived
at 19, the sun never fades, and the power of the earth causes brave little plants to push themselves into the light, even in the
middle of a busy LA freeway! These things make me happy and so, I have gone in search of the scenes where I feel the reality rich
with the breath of growing things, and the essence of life, itself, as the way the world needs to be for human beings to grow and
I began painting full time in 1982, starting from the literal sidewalk, I did my time as a starving artist, with a young son to
raise from a first marriage. But, there came a time when I was happy to leave the tragic artist vision behind, for the happy success
of sell-out gallery shows, in Carmel California and award banquets in Jackson, WY at the Arts for the Parks where I won the Region
II Award twice. In 1991 I married late historical maritime artist David Thimgan, and for the next 13 years we thrived and grew
together, running with our cameras up and down the N. coast, trying to capture the California light we both loved. It was on one of
these impulsive escapes to the Mendocino coast, as we traveled through the back roads, that I discovered the California wine
country, in the all the glory of a late summer afternoon light. I was so happy to have found a place in California that reminded me
of my long, lost fields of Pennsylvania, where green things thrived, under the care of humans. I painted my first Vineyard scene in
1996, and as time passed, all this has taken me to the countryside of Tuscany, where I feel I probably lived in a former lifetime.
My Italian opera theme song has never left my heart, and somehow, life seems to have come full circle, to connect, again, the
passions of my life.