My Creative Journey: Part 1 Landscape
It was 1973 and I was 19. My then boyfriend David introduced me to his cousin Jeremy whose father was a well known Australian painter, at an opening featuring his work. Memorized by the depiction of familiar countryside I bought my very first oil painting; a 10"x8" landscape of nearby hills and trees, painted by Peter Glass.
I proudly hung my newly acquired art on the wall of my College dorm room and years later when I left Australia to live in England the painting came with me. Today it hangs in the hall along side many other beautiful landscapes that I have collected.
I never again returned to my homeland to live and that painting has comforted me for over 40 years, reminding me of where I was born and the beautiful Australian bush. When I look at it I can smell the gum leaves, hear the sound of the running creek and feel the flies buzzing around my head.
CONTINUE THE CREATIVE JOURNEY...
It was 1983. I was usually scouting Amish Country for old quilts and selling them to collectors in Australia, Japan and England. One weekend while poking around at the flea market in Berkshire, MA I came across a man who would again forever change my life.
In 1980 I was invited to study Art at Parsons School of Design in New York City. My first Class was Graphic Design taught by the most handsome man I had ever met, Seaver Leslie. Seaver had graduated from RISD along side friend Dale Chihuly with whom he collaborated on a wonderful exhibition inspired by James Joyce, Ulysses Cylinders.
In 1978 I left Boston and moved to New York City. I was immediately inundated with sensory overload. The constant bellow of alarms and sirens, revolting stench of garbage on the street, the sheer immense volume of people and the unnerving hustle and bustle both excited and overwhelmed my nervous system.