I’ve always believed I was born in the wrong era. I suppose many people feel a tie to another period in time other than the present. For me, it is the early Twentieth Century through the Jazz Age and Great Depression, when all my creative heroes were busy producing their masterpieces - on paper, on canvas, on film and in song.
Alfred Stieglitz had just introduced Americans to the world’s most innovative artists - Picasso, Cezanne, Rodin, Georgia O’Keeffe,and Edward Steichen, among others. Scott and Zelda held court, with Cole Porter as King. There was such a beautiful, uncalculated freedom of expression emerging for the first time among equally free-spirited artists and musicians. Images of these early years continually dance in my imagination - grainy, soft, ethereal - and it is not so much from any one particular artist that I derive inspiration for my work, but rather, from the excitement of fresh, uninhibited creativity, newly discovered.
These images celebrate my own personal Sense of Time, incorporating passion, humor, independence and beauty ~ my lifeblood as a woman and as an artist.