About the Artist

Selfie with the start of a portrait of my dog Beavis behind me.

Selfie with the start of a portrait of my dog Beavis behind me.

I don’t remember a time I didn’t consider myself an artist. In grade school, I got in trouble for turning over my test paper when I was finished, and drawing on the back. In high school, my Spanish teacher called me Rembrandt. And there was nothing about gravity, relativity, and other science stuff in my physics notebook, but it was chock full of doodles and caricatures of my teacher. He wasn’t too impressed. Neither was my mother when I got my report card. So naturally, when it was time for college, I didn’t get that physics scholarship, and majored in art instead. I have over 20 years experience as a professional artist, working in all mediums: oils and acrylics, sculpture, web design, and print work.

At first, I was all about horses. Collecting Breyer’s horses, reading Misty and Black Stallion books, begging my parents for riding lessons, and that got me into drawing horses non-stop. In college, portraits were more my thing. I painted so many self-portraits that my friends joked I started a new art movement: Egoism. (I was the one model who was always available to myself!) But there were several courses dedicated to artistic appreciation of the human form, and only one animal painting class.

I grew up in a large family where we always had pets, from the typical dogs, cats, hamsters and fish, to goats, chickens and ducks. These animals have brought such joy to my life that I want to be able to bring happiness to other people who love their pets as much as I do.

Don’t get me wrong, I’ll paint anything. Still life, people, landscapes, but animals are my specialty. I still get goosebumps when I add those final little highlights on the eyes, which I always save for last, and the picture comes to live and stares back at me.

I currently live in the Pocono mountain region of Pennsylvania with my husband, Fritz, our six cats (we prefer to think of it as three cats each… it sounds less crazy), and our one-eyed Pekingese, Beavis.

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