I’m an oxymoron; I’m analytical, methodical, organized and
I’m an artist.
I was born December 17, in the Bronx, three hundred and
sixty five years ago. I have 3 biological children & one
adopted…all grown and paying their own bills. I have 9
grandchildren.
I have tried most mediums of ‘art’ and have not decided
what my preferences are.
I do know that anything, medical or nature is my love.
I’ve been in and around the ‘art’ world for about 35 years.
Throughout those years, I’ve worked in many different
fields
I’ve had one job to satisfy my landlord and the other to
quench my ‘artistic’ needs.
As many have told me, my creative mind, never
sleeps…whether I’m designing a drop ceiling, a room, an
egg, or a photograph. I incorporate all into a ball within my
mind and sift out the parts that, not necessarily make $, but
make me feel whole.
Growing up, I wanted to be a neurosurgeon, but the
physics was way out of my league, so I took Industrial Arts
instead. When I graduated in1975, women were not working
in construction; I took an office job that I hated. I looked for
a part time job in the art field. My first job was for Friedman
& sons, doing paste-up & mechanicals. Film cutting for
step & repeat patterns; designing posters & doing the
major work for famous artists, like Peter Max. Life went on;
I sought out other art jobs and eventually quit working in
an office for several years when I got a position as an art
director for a Screen Mfg Corp, a silk screening co. They
accepted & printed 81 out of 85 designs. Later on in years,
I became an English teacher’s aide to foreign born students.
Later on, I became a crisis intervention worker. I learned
Goldsmith & jewelry repair, got bored after many years and
started doing stained glass lamps, etc. & eggery, In
between all of this, I painted & built a website. Then I
started taking pictures & found that I really enjoyed it and
was fairly good at it. When I went to my first PFAA meeting,
they laughed at my 4mp camera, but I received 77 points for
my photo. Boy did my head swell…I was off and
running…and here I am! Phew!
Thank you all for your patience and time, i will reciprocate *with same.
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