Painting has been a source of joy to me since the day my older sister, then 5, brought 4 year old me to our neighborhood kindergarten with her. My parents were busy with a newly born younger sibling and the elderly woman who occasionally cared for us didn’t question the plan. 

In an outfit chosen by my sister, who had also recently cut my hair off, I spent the morning in the classroom painting and writing capital letters. This experience was one of my first memories and a happy one. Thanks to Mrs. Kelly, the kindergarten teacher who rose to the occasion, I’m still painting, and I have been picky about clothes ever since.

 

I paint primarily at or near my Connecticut home and study when I can with a couple of amazing local artists.