My Aunt Fritzie used to wear this large gold and lapis bracelet that fascinated me as a child. On the pieces of lapis, the word "SOUVENIR" was spelled out in diamonds. Even as a kid, I knew what a souvenir was, it was the tchotchke that you brought back from vacation, the snow globe from Niagara Falls, the keychain from Florida.
Actually, "souvenir" is French for "remember."
When I paint I listen to music, a mixed playlist that includes my late husband's favorites: old-style country-western like George Jones, gravel-voiced Leon Redbone, and moody, contemporary singers like Andrew Bird, and step back into memories of childhood, of friendships, of my life as a wife and mother, of years as a "road warrior" and the people I met along the way. These memories guide my brush as I am absorbed in line and mark, color and shape.
You can get lost in painting. Time disappears, you let go of intention and simply do. It's addictive, I become a bolder, stronger, more confident me.
The paintings that emerge are very personal; they are the souvenirs of my life. I hope you enjoy them.
JURIED SHOWS: 2017
Arts of Tolland 13th Annual Open Juried Art Show, ("The Shoreline")
Monson Arts Council 24rd Annual Juried Spring Art Exhibition, ("Shedding My Skin," First Place; "Pussy Power," Honorable Mention)
CT Academy of Fine Arts 106th Annual Exhibition, ("Shedding My Skin")
Jamestown Arts Center, Working Artist Residency Show, "Visual Development"