I love red.
I dream about living in a Paris apartment; I have the space so completely detailed in my mind, I’m practically living there already.
I have been with the love of my life, Cindy, for more than 20 years.
Our fur-person, Kip, is a white ball of fluff.
I’ve been called bossy. This is incorrect. I see it more as being helpful. “Bossy” suggests I’m being mean, and I really don’t have a mean bone in my body.
I have one sister and one brother. Both younger than me. They are two of my favorite people on the planet.
I love to get presents. I do. So sue me.
I also love to give presents.
I hate to clean the house.
I love my garden. It’s the perfect size (small) and has all of my favorite things in it.
I am well aware that I am sensitive. I feel (and express) my joy and my sorrow and my frustration in very real and unmistakable ways. Thanks for understanding.
I love a road trip. I fantasize about an old cherry red pick-up truck that pulls a vintage trailer, which has been Tammy-fied.
I love what Monet said: “Color is my day-long obsession, joy, and torment.” Happily, days playing with color in my studio are more joyful than tormenting, but there is definitely an obsession. Oh yes.
I’m one of those people with with so many passions, it’s impossible for me to pick just one. It’s allowed me opportunities to do a lot of different things in my life: study in France, work in special events at our local flagship department store, orchestrate the holiday parade in downtown Portland and meet The-Big-Guy-in-the-Red-Suit-Himself (oh yes, Virginia, he does exist), be a massage therapist, participate in a television commercial (actually did this twice - most fun ever!), become the Director of Sales and Marketing for a small publisher, write copy for radio advertising, and lots, lots more.
These days, you’ll find me in my sunny studio playing with color. I paint with acrylics. Or I stitch with silks and wools and vintage cottons. Or I string beads and make funky jewelry. See what I mean? Even settling down into “one” avocation, I still have many areas of interest. Keeps life exciting, I tell ya!
At Oregon State University, I was a Liberal Arts major - perfect place for me to be! I studied French, sociology, communications, and history. Not one art class. Can you believe it? Although I have been artsy all my life, I have never formally studied art. Everything I know about art, I picked up along the way. My mother taught me how important living a creative life is. We did a lot of crafty things together. My father taught me to appreciate the beauty in life. And the rest of it I’ve learned in art galleries, at The Louvre, in big and beautiful art books, and by just picking up the paints and putting them to the paper. Or thread to the fabric. Or beads on a string. You get the picture.
My circuitous life couldn’t have prepared me better for the art-full life I lead today. I am so grateful for all of it.