About

When I was little, I sat for hours with my coloring books and colors.

At that time, I didn’t know I had ADD. I just knew that coloring was something I could focus on, sit still, and receive satisfaction from something well done.

Because nothing was known about ADD back then, I was just known as the “spacey, naïve” one. My mother, being an artist, encouraged me in the gentle arts of painting, sewing, and needle work. Maybe it was just to have more peace in the house (a very active big brother and two little sisters).

So naturally, having a very sheltered upbringing, I took fine art in college, then switched to a degree in Advertising Design. Then I was blessed with being able to stay home to rear my own four children. Since my husband and children came first, I had to use my talents for homemaking. A mechanics wages didn’t leave room for anything extravagant. So it became a challenge to decorate our home, dress the children, learn to cook Cajun, help educate the children, and do it all in ways that gave me creative outlets.

When my husband was so ill the last year before Hurricane Katrina, I needed to be near him 24/7. So, I used the Prismacolor set he had given me for Christmas and began to draw. I could sit on the sofa next to him while we watched TV and wile away the hours. Spiritually, I realized that all the past creative outlets were beginning to come together in my drawings. It was like God was showing me that my time given to my family was not wasted, but, finally coming to fruition.

           So, that now that I am on my own (but, with an excellent support system from the kids
      and grand kids), I am able to use my talents for the benefit of a wider base. This had
      always been my dream.

     People watching has always been my hobby. Body language intrigues me. Personality and attitude are written on the face and in the stance. So, portraiture is my passion. It is satisfaction to my soul to bring out the very heart and soul of the person (or pet) through their portrait. Even more a joy is the way it touches those who receive it. What a privilege it is to preserve for posterity some ones loved one, especially when the only reference they have is a small snapshot.