Alright so this is my first Blog post on my new site. I'll start by telling you a bit about myself. My favorite number is 5.
I've been painting for a long, long, time. When I was little my Mom use to drag me out of the pool wet, green hair and all, to see important museum or gallery shows. I've been around art as long as I can remember.
When most kids were playing soccer, I was at art classes. My Mom an Dad recognized early on that I had a skill that needed to be nurtured. Everywhere we'd go she would always have a tablet and pencil, or crayons with her. On special art weekends I would always set up art shop on the Santa Monica bluffs park, and often take first place in the childrens division. I had a talent.
Art was a part of my DNA, but soon to find out, so was travel.
I attended Otis Art Institute, and Art Center, then ran away to Europe and fell in love. Rome, Paris, Florence, Copenhagen, Athens, Amsterdan, Vienna, Majorca, Berlin, London.......sleeping in abandoned hotels, arrested in Lugano, hopping trains, eating, eating, sleeping, dancing, and loving life, working in hotels for my stay, seeing ALL the art I had studied come alive right before my very eyes. This is what shaped my life.
Life was just beginning.....
I won't bore you with all the details, but the first time I saw my future husbands belly, it was love at first sight. I was visiting a friend, and he happened to own the apartment building she lived in, and had stopped by to see her. He had just come back from a surf trip to Hawaii, and had on trunks and an aloha shirt. He has always has had a habit of pulling up his shirt and patting his tummy. He went out to leave, I watched him get into a convertible burgundy VW bug with the top down and a surfboard sticking out the back.....he left a lasting 1 week picture in my mind.
I actually forgot about him until he came knocking at my door one morning. I stumbled out of bed, mumbled to come back for dinner, and went back to sleep. I was living in a small apt. my Auntie owned at the beach, and paid her $65 a month.....I know, crazy huh.
A week later Greg, my future everything, moved in....arrgghhhhhh we had to find a bigger place. The dog kept pooping in the shower, Asia was a golden retriever puppy, one of the best dogs I've ever had, but needed her own yard. We moved into Santa Monica 4 blocks up from the ocean. We lived there for awhile, then decided it was time to sell everything we owned and move to Hawaii...... my love for the aloha spirit , the islands, and everything tropical began.
Life was paradise!
I've been painting for a long, long, time. When I was little my Mom use to drag me out of the pool wet, green hair and all, to see important museum or gallery shows. I've been around art as long as I can remember.
When most kids were playing soccer, I was at art classes. My Mom an Dad recognized early on that I had a skill that needed to be nurtured. Everywhere we'd go she would always have a tablet and pencil, or crayons with her. On special art weekends I would always set up art shop on the Santa Monica bluffs park, and often take first place in the childrens division. I had a talent.
Art was a part of my DNA, but soon to find out, so was travel.
I attended Otis Art Institute, and Art Center, then ran away to Europe and fell in love. Rome, Paris, Florence, Copenhagen, Athens, Amsterdan, Vienna, Majorca, Berlin, London.......sleeping in abandoned hotels, arrested in Lugano, hopping trains, eating, eating, sleeping, dancing, and loving life, working in hotels for my stay, seeing ALL the art I had studied come alive right before my very eyes. This is what shaped my life.
Life was just beginning.....
I won't bore you with all the details, but the first time I saw my future husbands belly, it was love at first sight. I was visiting a friend, and he happened to own the apartment building she lived in, and had stopped by to see her. He had just come back from a surf trip to Hawaii, and had on trunks and an aloha shirt. He has always has had a habit of pulling up his shirt and patting his tummy. He went out to leave, I watched him get into a convertible burgundy VW bug with the top down and a surfboard sticking out the back.....he left a lasting 1 week picture in my mind.
I actually forgot about him until he came knocking at my door one morning. I stumbled out of bed, mumbled to come back for dinner, and went back to sleep. I was living in a small apt. my Auntie owned at the beach, and paid her $65 a month.....I know, crazy huh.
A week later Greg, my future everything, moved in....arrgghhhhhh we had to find a bigger place. The dog kept pooping in the shower, Asia was a golden retriever puppy, one of the best dogs I've ever had, but needed her own yard. We moved into Santa Monica 4 blocks up from the ocean. We lived there for awhile, then decided it was time to sell everything we owned and move to Hawaii...... my love for the aloha spirit , the islands, and everything tropical began.
Life was paradise!
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