Thank you for taking the time to view my artwork. I am a self taught artist who has been sharing my emotions on canvas for many years.

At one time, I painted landscapes and still life but later on came to rest with the knowledge that abstract painting was the true fire that burned inside of me. The loose strokes, the build up of textures, the defining lines that give life to each piece. Never planned out but with direct movement that comes freely from within.

As I began to delve into the abstract world of my emotions, in the background helping me to connect with the canvas has always been music. From Mozart, to Jesse Cooke to INXS and literally every style of music inbetween I get lost in the sound, in the beats, in the story of the song until my piece is completed.

The end result to my eyes is usually a very direct link between the artwork and the music that surrounded me during the creation of the piece. My abstracts consist of an array of different mediums to achieve my inner expressions. In almost every piece that I do, texture plays a vital role in captivating and holding the focus.

On a personal note:

Expressing myself through painting has often been a healing process, but at times it has also been an inner struggle that I have had to wrestle with.

In the last year I found myself drifting in a world that was not familiar and even trying to paint to find some solace became a heavy burden for me to carry. It all began last spring when my husband was diagnosed with the dangerous form of skin cancer, Melanoma. Luckily we caught it very early and so far, he has remained physically healthy. But the emotional struggle that began with that diagnosis was one that I did not see coming. My husband became severely depressed, he changed in ways that even I, his partner did not or could not see. It was as if I put on blinders to prevent myself from seeing the true weight of what was happening.

He became withdrawn from not only myself, but from the life we had shared. It was some of my darkest hours and looking back, it still rocks part of my soul. Without going into alot of detail, we began to search for help. And fortunately for us, we found it. It has taken alot of work, alot of honesty and alot of accepting, but we have begun to heal from the wounds of Depression. Although it was not myself that was depressed, I was a passenger on this journey unable to control which road we went down but rather to sit and wait and hope that we somehow would find our way back to eachother, and to ourselves.

Through all of this I was unable to paint. It was like I had a block that just would not disappear. So, I laid it aside unsure if I would ever be able to paint again, the passion that was so much a part of me,seemed to have just faded away. Thankfully, with time and healing, I found that part of myself again.

Depression is a very devastating disease, left untreated it robs us of ourselves, our loved ones and the beauty that life has to offer. I share this with you because I<