My love of art started when I was a little girl watching my very talented father paint and draw at home. I would sit and watch him for hours, hoping and praying that I, too, had the same talent.
My first artistic endeavors were the beautiful models on the covers of magazines, such as Glamour. I decorated my bedroom walls with these drawings. I thought they looked so glamourous with their long eyelashes, red lips, and rosy cheeks.
As I grew older, my love for art grew stronger, and my skills developed. Finally, at about 16, a pivoting point made people stand up and take notice of my talents, including me.
This was the day I picked up a number 2 pencil and began to draw a leopard cub on my bedroom wall. Word spread of my leopard cub, relatives and friends would visit, donating their leftover paint cans from their homes. I poured, mixed, stirred, and painted; like a mad scientist. At times I would pretend I was one of those eccentric artists like Vincent Van Gough, alone in my world of color. Of course, things got messy, but we all survived. My parents loved the cub so much that they created a jungle motif around the leopard when I moved out.
I enrolled in a three-year art program in Greenwich, Ct, called Propersi School of Art, where I honed my art skills and learned different mediums. Later I attended Riley Leauge of Artists in White Plains, NY, with my father, where we took life drawing and portrait painting.
They say to master something takes about 10,000 hours. I can safely say I have invested much more than 10,000 hours and am still learning new techniques every day.
My pencil and pen have become an extension of who I am.
Each piece begins with an awakening inside, which stirs me to create from a place of authenticity and passion.
My art is fueled by the beauty of our world, from the simple rock to the intense mystery and intrigue in someone's eyes.
The goal is for you to see my vision through the lens of my unique perspective.