When I was twenty-one years old, I decided to give wind to my dream and traveled to the south of France. I studied at an art school in Provence for three and a half months. It was incredible time of self discovery as I meandered through museums and spent time drawing in cafes. I can still remember the beautiful view from my tiny bedroom window looking over the narrow streets of Aix and the bright red, yellow and blue colored markets that decorated the town each morning. I was only abroad for a total of eight months, but the experience changed me and it paved the way for what was to come.
Later, I moved to New York City for a master’s degree in painting. I look back on that time with a special affinity for it was there that I grew the most. The city taught me a lot, particularly that there was more to understanding light than just what is found in the pages of an art book. But after several years, this west coast girl was ready for some fresh air and for some wide open space.
Since I’ve been back to Phoenix, my life has changed a lot. Now, as a wife and mother, there are many things that keep me busy. After having taught college art part time for seven years, I discoved a new love for natural light photography. But I’ve learned that being an artist is more than a youthful passion, a seasonal career or hobby, it’s a way of seeing the world. It affects everything I do, from putting fresh flowers on the kitchen table to making sure our living room wall is painted with a vibrant life giving color. My husband laughs because I’m always lighting candles. But to me, it’s about the little things. There is much joy to be found in the simple ways of bringing a sense of warmth and beauty to our everyday lives.