Spending all day with my dad at "the shop, "- the family owned silk screen printing company - was a  multi- sensory adventure for me as a child. Smelling emulsions in the cavernous dark room; hearing the percussive sounds of the large presses; handling the different weights of paper; and watching dad carve away negative space around lettering with an exacto knife -- all fascinated me.  As did "the morgue,"  a resource file cabinet bursting with type face and images.  My affection for print, type face, paper and exacto knives prompted me to study graphic design.  When I discovered colorful fabrics, texture, furniture and space planning, I studied and received a BA in Interior Design.  

Working in Chicago, I frequently attended lectures and seminars at the Merchandise Mart sponsored by upholstery fabric manufacturers. Gorgeous full color brochures were distributed to entice designers to specify their Chintz or Mohair.  I kept them all.  Years later, as I purged my file cabinet, I couldn't part with the colorful, patterned and textural images on heavy paper.

When I began painting, I felt a surge of excitement...paper, paint, tools, handling the materials.... Flooded with fond memories, I entered a familiar place.  I learned to first see, then draw and paint.  Creating TEXTURE on the canvas using the PAPER treasures I saved (not knowing why). Thick PAINT and thin glazes reveal hidden PRINT.  PATTERNs emege in the positive and negative spaces as I define my composition and create brightly COLORed IMAGES.  

All my passions happy together.