With my massive 48x96" Cindy Crawford collage made from thousands of hand-cutout squares from recycled magazines that I gathered from local gyms and nail salons

With my massive 48x96" Cindy Crawford collage made from thousands of hand-cutout squares from recycled magazines that I gathered from local gyms and nail salons

 

 

On a very rainy day back in ’91 I tagged along with my mother to her thrice annual hair-highlighting appointment at some posh salon in downtown Seattle. At that point I was still getting 10-minute bowl cuts in the ‘burbs. My little sister and I would play with our bag of dolls and giggle around underneath the salon chair, as the hairstylist would explain to my mom her latest plan of action. The smell of hairspray and perfume permeated the air as I tried to pretend bottle-feed Cabbage Patch dolls-–and my sister. Coloring books and blank paper spilled out onto the floor as my sister looked around for more toys. I grabbed the paper and a red (or Cadmium Medium Red as I would refer to it now) coloring pencil and just started drawing. A nose. Some eyes (two, to be exact). Heart-shaped lips. And the hair—with a few highlights inspired from being in the salon that day. That’s all I needed to make my day—a piece of paper and a pencil. I don’t think I ever touched coloring books when I was young. No, I was always a blank white slate kid.

  5 years old and not a clue art was just my little oasis that I rarely let the world know that much about.

5 years old and not a clue art was just my little oasis that I rarely let the world know that much about.

 

Fast-forward to third grade and I was that girl that was always doodling on her notepaper as the math teacher was going over multiplication tables. And of course it was always the smart boy up front that was saving the girl’s butt as he unknowingly distracted the teacher from calling on her with his impressive multiplication recital. I did learn something in math, however, and ended up at Duke University 10 years later on a Track/XC scholarship.  As an Art major, one of my professors let me substitute a 5-page Russian Art history assignment for a thematic art piece on the same topic…what a deal.

 

After I graduated college and entered the real world art became my center focus. I never had any lessons. Growing up, I gained a vivid imagination which was fostered from long boring hours in the classroom and commercial fishing in no-mans-land Alaska with my family. I’ve also traveled to many countries—45 so far—which has expanded my understanding of history, people and culture. I  made sense of my life and the world through my art:  something between reality and escape, fantasy, mystery and fun–I live for these things.

 

 

                         A R T    S T A T E M E N T

 I am a self-taught fine artist practicing in the mediums of hand cutout collage the past 2 years, acrylic painting the past 15 years and drawing since I was 3 years old. I specialize in portraiture and iconic subject matter. I believe what makes me a successful artist is often a paradox of mindsets: whimsical and free of thinking with my ideas yet disciplined and commanding to execute those ideas. I spend countless hours on my art—from conception to completion my mind is always calculating the next move to bring everything I visualize to life. My creative mission is to consistently move towards new challenging work: I believe that is what enthralls the viewer to see beyond the art and into my soul as it in turn touches their own.