Ever since I was young, I remember always wanting to be a “real” artist.
As a child, one of my first vivid memories is of receiving a big, round box of crayons as a Christmas present. I still remember the excitement I felt as I tore into the gift and ran into my parents' bedroom in the early hours of the morning to show them what “Santa” had brought me.
In the months and years to follow, I spent hours in my room, coloring and drawing and creating all sorts of things in my head. I was fortunate enough to have parents that encouraged and supported my love of art throughout my life.
Upon completion of college, I pursued a career in advertising. While I enjoyed my job, my heart remained dedicated to the fine arts. I had received little traditional art training in my four years of college, so while working full-time in NYC, I took as many art courses as possible in the evenings. I was trying to make up for lost time.
Eventually, I moved out of the city to raise a family. While continuing to pursue my own love of painting and drawing, I also began to teach privately. It was during this time that I discovered I felt immense gratification in passing on what I had learned to others.
I continue to have a passion for teaching and watching students experience the delight and satisfaction in creating a beautiful piece of art with their own two hands. It is my desire to help others discover the great joy and fulfillment that I have experienced in my journey as a “real” artist.
What a journey and a blessing it remains.