God I hate talking about myself. Talking about art and "my process" is even grosser. But life is about pushing out of your comfort zones so here goes. I've always drawn. For as long as I can remember I wanted to be an artist when I grew up. And then *ahem* capitalism was like "nah" and so. So I convinced myself to do other things. I guess my tolerance for discomfort is not great, so none of those things lasted long. Listen, we're talking law school, undergrad in history and anthropology, non-profit grant management, nannying, and working at a bookstore. We're talking MLMs and yoga teacher training. We're talking LOST. I finally decided I didn't want to run from myself any more. Went to art school at Pratt in NYC, got a degree in illustration (capitalism was still telling me to be as "practical" as possible, even as I finally, mostly, embraced my dream). Got married, had kids, had postpartum struggles, and suddenly woke up a few months before my 40th birthday like FUCK. Where has my life gone. What have I done to feed myself. So I decided, the next 40 are for me. And I started painting.
Eventually there were too many canvases, our little house was overflowing. So I started selling them. And here we are. And here YOU are. Happy to see you!
My process is to learn as much as I can about how to make an image, and then wiggle around the rules and make things in the way I want them to be. Make them in a way that feels good. The process, to me, is the most magical place. Seeing the scaffolding of someones work is maybe my favorite thing. So I usually leave a little of my scaffolding visible. I want you to feel the person behind the paint.