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Biography
I
can't remember a day of my life that I wasn't already addicted.
I grew up in the suburbs of Washington, DC and learned first from the
artists around me. My parents and grandparents, though not professional
artists, were extremely creative people who consistently filled their
lives and mine with making things of one kind or another.
As I got older, and through college, the more I learned about art and
other artists and every new way of making things, the more I liked it
and the more addicted I became.
I pursued art through my undergraduate years, through years of child-rearing
and now into the great unknown...as always...
Now, I live in rural Baltimore County with my husband, our dog and an
ever-variant number of children and cats ... and one exquisite, precious and endlessly entertaining granddaughter.
Epilogue
I'm
thinking about joining a twelve-step program for art addicts. In my meetingsI'lltell all the stories about my family having no dinnermade for them
and the house smelling like paint and turpentine and there being nowhere
to sit in the living room because of all the paintings piled up. I'll
tell them about the days on end of ill-tempered behavior while framing
a show, the years of guerilla warfare with my life, kidnapping myself
for a week at a time to go somewhere and paint, ignoring all my loved
ones and all my other responsibilities. My life ever out of control because
there is never enough time to paint. Never. And the twelve-step program
will tell me that there is no hope for it. That I must give it upand
live like a normal person. After that I lose my mind altogether and start
a revolution which changes life as we know it. After the revolution,
the whole world revolves around creativity and all everyone does everyday
is make fun and wonderful things.
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