As a child growing up in rural Minnesota, I was always encouraged to “make things” – from little books, to clay pots fired in my father’s fall leaf fires, to carrying my little Kodak box camera around with me. My grandmother was a painter; my grandfather was an architect. So I followed suit as a creative person – working as a writer in Boston and Aspen; as a photographer in Washington, D.C., and then in Seattle, where I pursued the art of handcolored photography in fine art, commercial and portrait work.
I received several awards for my work and also taught photography and handcoloring, and exhibited in many venues on the west coast.
Moving back to the Roaring Fork Valley in Colorado in 2000, I have narrowed my vision to drawing and painting – working with shapes of light and dark and color to create the illusion of a visual experience.