In writing my first Blog ever, I want to acknowledge how
fortunate I am to have found my way into this amazing thing called art. I
remember my first day as a graduate student at the New England
Conservatory of Music in Boston. It was September of 1978 and I had been
painting during the sweltering summer in my third floor studio
apartment. All I wanted to do was continue painting and yet, I had
recently committed to spending 2 years studying Conducting in school.
This was a difficult decision especially considering I had a scholarship
which would cover many of my expenses as a music student.
Jumping ahead to when I finished my music degree 2 years later, having taken as many art classes simultaneously as possible, I decided to move home to the west coast, I found whatever space I could to draw and paint. The kitchen became my new studio, putting everything away at night and converting it back to a place to cook and eat. I craved my very own studio, somewhere I could go to delight in this wonderful process of art making. I spent all my waking hours thinking about art, trying to find a way to make a new studio materialize.
