My journey back to the easel has been a long one. Having painted my entire childhood and adolescence, I was inspired by the work of Andrew Wyeth. I fell in love with his illustrative techniques, earth tones, and stark landscapes. Ironically, the neutrality I was drawn to mirrored my own life. After surviving a serious illness, I was introduced to the world of medicine, but never forgot about my art. Painting was an escape, my true medicine and healer.
For years, I put away my brushes, earned my degree at P.A school and continued to ward off my illness by helping others. While the medical field is a rewarding one, I always knew underneath my white lab coat, I was truly an artist.
Years passed and I became a mother of two children. It was difficult to find the peace I needed in order to be creative, let alone find time to sleep. However, as my son and daughter matured, our lives became less hectic and calm was restored to our home. During my daughter’s sensitive time of high school, she found herself through painting, which sparked my creativity. We grew together, studying under Cape Cod painters and discovered the world through the eyes of artists.
Painting quickly became a priority in my life once again. I painted the beautiful Cape Cod landscapes that surrounded me and brought me inspiration from the time when I was young. My palette became more vibrant, filled with love, energy, and life. Yet again, painting had healed me.
I saved my paintbrushes from my watercolor days, many of which my daughter uses today. Although the brushes may look disheveled, they are some of my favorite tools. I still study Wyeth's brushwork, his beautiful lines and palette. But through the years, I have discovered my own light and artistic voice, which I am honored to share.
