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There are no guarantees in life, and knowing that, I am deeply thankful for my Muse’s repeated and regular visits, and for the good luck and circumstances that have allowed me to paint from age eleven till now at 51. I enjoy it all: a simple charcoal line on linen canvas, spontaneous plein air work or large canvases that take weeks or months. Last spring on Maui I hitchhiked to a windsurfing beach with colored pencils in my backpack, and did drawings on black paper. In Mexico’s Caribbean I stood atop a windswept dune and did simple, delightful tropical oil paintings that contained bits of sand. This summer in Colorado I set forth to paint each day, not realizing nature's schedule of thunderstorms each day at 2 p.m. Figuring that out, I learned to take it in stride and went to my hotel room armed with digital photos, poured a glass of wine and finished the piece by the glow of Mexican telenovelas. At home in Nevada City, I go out plein-air painting with a group of dear friends, bringing linen canvas and oils, or pick flowers from my garden and do a floral, diving into inner space in the light coming through the petals. When I am not painting or working as a Spanish interpreter, I enjoy kayaking, snowshoeing and hiking; cooking, or working on our handmade house.
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