I live with my husband and children in Arlington, Virginia, and work in my little garage studio. I am mother to two young boys, one of whom is an aspiring artist. They both love to paint in my studio with real paints on real canvases. I’m a deep southerner turned New Englander turned - most comfortably - mid-Atlantic-er. Virginia is for Lovers, they say, and I am that. But I’m also a fighter. I love all things Parisian. I am finicky about my coffee - strong/pure/dark, please - and my health food. I’m also a wreck if I don’t feed my other (two years new) passion of weightlifting/strength training on a daily basis. I studied art in boarding school, undergrad, and abroad in Paris, but starting at age three, I professed to everyone around me that I was an artist. I made art of all kinds - constantly - as a child and credit my artistic mother for that great freedom when I was creatively untamed. Creating art is in my blood, sweat, and tears. It’s in my soul. I have to make it. It’s where I exist. My education and awards help me pat my ego on the back, but the truth is that I am an artist on the inside who needs to make art over and over, throughout all my days, if I am to feed my soul, use my voice, and operate in this world with the energy of my true self.