Born in 1957 at the tail-end of the baby boom generation in Brooklyn, New York, I grew up in Queens at the leading edge of the "latch key" kid era. Wanting to avoid an empty apartment that I was convinced was haunted, I spent much of my after-school time in the public library reading, writing or drawing. Books and drawing became my escape from a painful situation at home.
My adult life was spent pursuing other means of escape in addition to working in the areas of business and law. My pursuit of any creative expression besides writing matrimonial complaints (they can be pretty creative) took the back burner while I raised my daughter and put my nose to the proverbial "grindstone".
A move to the beautiful Hudson/Delaware River region of New York some twenty years ago coincided with a renewal of my creative thrust. This personal epiphany became the foundation for much of what drives me both in my own pursuits and in helping others to get back in touch with their creative spark. I take a formal approach to this passion as a workshop facilitator of the world-renowned Artistís Way, a twelve week program based on the book of the same title by Julia Cameron. In a somewhat less formal way, I do this as one of the directors of the Wallkill River School.
We are a group of plein air painters painting in the footsteps of the Hudson River School. We paint on location from May until October each year at a variety of venues. Part of our mission is to point up the plight of our local farms and green spaces as they literally fall under the bulldozers of mindless sprawl. I believe that creativity is our brightest birthright as human beings - but it is one for which many of us must be prepared to fight.
I have been a sculptor, jewelry maker and painter and have always somehow overlooked my passion for writing. Looking back, I've always managed to squeeze it in to my life in one way or another but I frankly didn't take it seriously.
That changed a few years ago and I started to feel very differently about writing. I began to write little bits and pieces and I noticed that it felt like coming home... I am finding that although I love painting and will always be an artist, writing makes different demands on me. Stretches a different set of muscles. There is deep satisfaction in it. I look back with a little bit of sadness at the young girl who had filled multiple ring binders with childish and melodramatic stories written from the very center of her being. I can also see the young woman she became thoughtlessly flinging them into the garbage can on a Spring day in preparation for one of many moves.
In somes ways I believe I am driven to write in an effort to finally make peace with past tragedies. So, I guess writing serves as a purge of sorts for me. So, like the prodigal son I have arrived back home to find that I am unexpectedly and perhaps undeservedly welcome.
I live with my husband and three lively border collies in the beautiful Delaware Highlands of New York.