Since I was a little child I have always felt a sense of wonderment and joy when looking at art. Whether it was the iconography in the church where I grew up or the paintings, sculptures and mixed media pieces on view at a museum, that I might have visited, one thing was for sure, I was joyful, hopeful and had a sense of love in my heart along with an urgency to create. I couldn’t wait to get home to begin creating works of my own to join the menagerie of those in existence throughout the world.
Late December until just this week, my house has been torn up and going through construction. As I wrote many months ago, I left the bath water on while distracted and flooded out a portion of my studio and home. Thank God nothing much was damaged in the studio except unused goods, some furniture, paint and drywall. This all seemed to be an easy fix. Not so. It took over months of haggling with the insurance company, an adjuster as well as getting the contractor and plumber. I think perhaps I lost a bit of my sanity during the process, until the dust settled, rooms were cleaned and I could once occupy my bath, and studio.
The upper room will be transformed, with the aid of Karen's decorating skills along with my creativity and artworks. We will also be utilizing some accessories from Scarlett Begonias. The paintings are oil and acrylic from my travels stateside and abroad. I once again have my joy back as I am creating new works of art while working with a fabulous designer. [...]