It’s a bit sad, as the years peel away, to feel the lessening of joy when one’s birthday rolls around. It is akin to the loss of Christmas magic. You wake up and instead of bounding from your bed you realize that once you roll from bed, the same chores await you and you’ve moved into a different age bracket when you fill out a survey. It was, of course, lovely to allow my eyes to rest until 11 am (thank you my darling husband). It was however disappointing to only receive phone calls from my mother and sister…. Everyone else seems to have forgotten. I went to Michaels and bought myself a birthday present. A curio cabinet for my tin tea sets. I also purchased a large canvas and mass quantities of glue and glue type products. This all culminated in my latest piece - Tulip

When the art history books document my life, they will remember this transition in my life as a very fruitful one. 26 I’m no longer in the “hip” 18-25 demographic but my art exceeds my age marketable outlook. And for what it’s worth, I still feel like a 16 year old girl standing before the world with trembling knees.