I'm a writer not a painter
I was born a middle class white girl and I still am, so that's my easel. My dad was an electrician and my mom a nurse and we lived on Long Island. When I was eighteen months and sixteen days old my dad died from a work related accident. To join the rest of my mom's side of the family that had already migrated down to South Florida, my mom moved me and my two older brothers down to Coral Springs, Florida. I lived in that western suburb of Fort Lauderdale until college. Two weeks after graduating high school I moved to Athens, GA to attend UGA. I chose it because it was close to where one of my brother's went to school in Asheville, NC, and I had a thing for a friend of his there. After college some real crazy shit happened, but eventually I settled in Atlanta because a different guy that I still had the hots for lived there. We've moved away a couple times for graduate school and work, but we keep coming back to Atlanta because we feel an art renaissance is coming. So South Florida and Georgia are my canvases. The poignant moments in my life are my brushes. And the people I've met along the way are my paints.