When I was little, all I wanted was to draw well.
My dream was not to be some rich and famous artist..
Not to win awards or have my paintings hanging in museums.
I just wanted to be good.
I remember staring endlessly at the pictures of the beautifully illustrated books I grew up with. The people who made those pictures had somehow managed to capture their imagination on paper and make it real. My mind was filled with pictures, too – and there were worlds inside me that had to come out. The urge to create was irresistible.. and it ignited a fire inside me that will burn forever.
Exposure to art at an early age is a powerful experience. It can change your life. My husband Richard talks about this in his recent post, The Fine Art of Childhood.
Art is a lifetime commitment. The endless months, years, decades invested to get my skills to match my vision. Always pushing further – I love every step of my artistic journey. This is what I was meant to do. I have dedicated my life to bringing my unique vision out into the light. Truly, art is the soul made visible.
It seems only fitting that I have become the author / illustrator of children’s books..
After all, that is where it all began.
The circle is complete.