I grew up in Baltimore. My very first memory of making art was holding my mother's hand and walking into the Baltimore Museum of Art when I was 5 years old. To get to the art studio, you had to walk past an ancient relic of a sarcophagus which held the remains of a 2000 year old mummy, terrifying to a small child, but enough to propel me back there for years, just to be sure I could go past it without being completely petrified.

I eventually became a docent there and taught studio classes, but I will always remember that ancient skeleton and how I tiptoed past it  on the way to my art classes. Maybe that's why I have always seen the beauty in decay, both in nature and in humans. I traveled many paths before I became a full time painter, book illustrator, weaver, textile designer and dried botanical artist.

I am inspired by the past, photographs, memorbilia, memories that arise and linger...

Beauty is relative, as the lush seductive perfume of a newly blossomed garden rose succumbs to the rich ochre of a dried decaying flower. They are both beautiful and different. That is how I see my work...