Biography
Hidden Imperfection
20”x36”
Watercolor
Growing up in a small town in Michigan, I was free to explore my surroundings in the natural environment. A pond, small wooded lake, wetlands and acres of woods were my neighbors. In the summers as my parents left for work, I would set off on an adventure. One afternoon, my brother and I took nets down to the pond and scooped up hundreds of leeches, which we dumped into my father’s fishing boat. When he returned home from work, we were so excited to show him our daily accomplishment. Needless to say, dad was not impressed. This is my first memory of celebrating the detritus of life.
After high school, I applied to the Youth Conservation Corp and was awarded a position in Vermont. I’d be living primitively in the woods for four months, working on a farm, stacking firewood and mucking out horse stalls. I eagerly signed on and set off to Vermont. That summer, I worked harder than I ever had. After a day of haying or endless weeding I would fall into bed only to soon be awoken by the mice. The mice became my nemeses and throughout the summer I would continue the battle, a battle I later knew I would never win.
Today, I am a mother or two, an artist and art educator living in central Vermont.
After high school, I applied to the Youth Conservation Corp and was awarded a position in Vermont. I’d be living primitively in the woods for four months, working on a farm, stacking firewood and mucking out horse stalls. I eagerly signed on and set off to Vermont. That summer, I worked harder than I ever had. After a day of haying or endless weeding I would fall into bed only to soon be awoken by the mice. The mice became my nemeses and throughout the summer I would continue the battle, a battle I later knew I would never win.
Today, I am a mother or two, an artist and art educator living in central Vermont.