I am a member of one of the clusters of people addicted to rationality. We have been trained form birth to suppress our emotions and interpret our world Objectively. We are Sensible People.

I have spent the past twenty-odd years trying to undo my knots of sensibility. In this undoing, wonderous realizations have risen to my surface. Emotions, given birth through experience, others might describe with words, sounds, or movement; I paint.

1967 Born Dec 16 in Mississippi Delta.

1974 Baby sister born at 25 weeks, dubbed "Miracle Baby".

1976 Diagnosed with Juvenile Diabetes, go to fourth grade Valentine's Day party, watch other kids eat cookies and cake.

1977 Parents divorce, live with mom, spend lots of time playing in woods with friends. When with dad, time is spent in laboratory at Natural Science Museum of MS awed by dead things in jars and extensive taxidermy work.

1980 Am appalled by fellow classmate's lack of craftsmanship in shop class.

1982 Travel through western US.

1983 Travel through eastern US.

1987 Transfer to MS State University to study horticulture. Take first art class, never leave art department, change major to art, stay in college an extra two years.

1990 Travel to Quebec City to study French

1991 Graduate in graphic design with minor in sculpture. MSU Art Dept gets computer lab. Degree is worthless. Move to Richmond VA, for no other reason than to leave deep south, with money made from portrait painting.

1993 Have show at wonderful Martha Mabey Gallery in Carytown, feel inexperienced and overwhelmed.

1994 Have mundane job at historic Jefferson Hotel, have studio at Shockoe Bottom Arts Center, invent stained glass magic wands, make thousands of them. Paint off and on in oil, sell glass and paintings.

1997 Have "turning 30" crisis, quit hotel job, go to England, Ireland, and Scotland with sis. Meet Scottish relatives at Finlaystone Castle, meet cute boys in pubs and dance clubs, have glorious adventures all along the way. Return to Richmond, move to "eclectic quasi-riverfront" Oregon Hill neighborhood.

1998 Meet handsome art-collecting upstairs neighbor.

1999 Go to Italy with handsome neighbor, get engaged in Venice, learn how to fuse glass, eat tiramisu and drink lots of wine.

1990 Marry handsome neighbor, by Oregon Hill house for a song, still making and selling stained glass windows, magic wands, and fused glass pieces.

2001 Get insulin pump, no more four to five shots a day (25 years now). Still making glass and teaching at SBAC, Visual Art Center, and JCC.

2003 January 8 have baby girl who is perfect! Stay home with baby girl for 18 months.

2004 Move studio to Plant Zero (the place to be), start ceramic business with incredibly talented sis, are invited to participate in the Buyer's Market of American Craft, our work appears on catalog cover of our first BMAC show. Get orders fom many galleries, work non-stop filling requests from galleries and individual collectors for three years.

2007 Am feeling braver, wanting to paint full-time, little sis is tired of big sis. Wrap up ceramic business having much knowledge, experience, and wide reservoir of contacts to draw from. Begin painting daily in oil, husband is an angel. Sold Oregon Hill house just in time.

2008 Enroll child in Montessori school, put in my "V" hours as resident artist. All the while reading more and more Jung, Joseph Campbell, folk tales, and mythological stories of the collective unconscious. Striving and evolving to paint one of the "fragments of a broken crystal that can still be found scattered in the grass", Brothers Grimm.