My love of the visual world started very young when I would travel into Boston with my mother to the Women's Educational & Industrial Union on Boylston ST. There we would visit my grandmother, who taught needlework. The floor to ceiling bins of rich dyed wools were a feast for the eyes and the swirling organic to the geometric patterns on the linens and canvases were intoxicating.
Growing up with energetic parents introduced me to places on Cape Cod like the woods of Nickerson State Park to the sand dunes of Monomoy. Winter trips camping in Florida at Juniper Springs introduced me to all the glories of nature, fresh water springs bubbling up with the whitest sand imaginable. Trees hundreds of years old crawiling with vines which I loved to climb, I guess I still do.
Now at the age of 56, I have finally put it all together, I see connections between stones or features in the stone that I enhance, There is a comfortable feeling when stones mate together, if this does not happen, I don't push it and move on to something else. I often feel like I am just facilitating the inevitable.
I thrive in the process of creating stone pieces, when I can be outside in my stoneyard cutting, grinding and torching the stone and when It is complete someone says, has that been there all the time. It makes me very satisfied. The stones are like my life, art has been there all along, but now it is better.