Meet the Artist
One of my fondest memories and greatest influences was of my Mother painting in the back room in bare feet rolled jeans and one of my Dad’s work shirts. The smell of linseed oil and turpentine filled my nose. She painted women mostly in haunting settings, I am sure there was a reason for her choice but I never focused on that, just loved her in her moment.
My first horse was white and had wheels, as was my second and third, all were fast or as fast as my legs would go, our house was a shotgun two story with good slick floors for speed and solid cabinet doors for stopping. Our neighborhood was rural suburbia with a few horses to visit, I’d sneak in back yards and help myself to pets and hand feeding grass, then slipping on their backs and soon just flat out “stealing” them with my homemade bridle made from baling twine. This is when my parents thought I might need my own before I ended up in jail. Yes, I was the typical horse crazy girl with all the Margauret Henry books, Breyer models and Sam Savitt sketch books, this is where my art began.
It wasn’t until high school Art class that I actually drew something else other than horses and by this time I was pretty good with the basics. My first show was the Houston Livestock show and Rodeo art show and I took second with a graphite of a cowboy on a horse ( I still have that piece). Soon the world called and I took off on vacation to Hawaii for 10 years working various jobs then landed a job a polo groom, where I soon learned to play and participated in a few matches on Oahu. One of my polo friends was returning to Australia after the season was over and asked to come along for a visit which I did and stayed there for a couple of years doing more polo work and small race stable work. Texas beconed and I was ready to come home after a trip new Zealand. It was time to plant my feet for awhile. First a career, then marriage, and after the dust settled, I started drawing again and sold my first drawing while standing in line at the frame shop. Soon, I was doing portraits of horses and dogs in Prismacolor.
Our herd was growing and we needed more room than Houston could offer , so we set out for Brenham, Texas to find a small ranch of our own. This is when I started really painting and the landscape demanded to be my subject. I took paintings to the small gallery in town and sold enough to buy more supplies and eventually got in more galleries and sold more paintings and soon became a full time artist. The beauty of horses in the field , cows in belly high grass as the seasons turn or on a misty morning is what inspires me to chase the perfect combination of livestock, landscape, and atmosphere.