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I can’t remember when I didn’t draw or paint.  I grew up in West New York, New Jersey, across the river from Manhattan.  Memorial High School had five art teachers with progressive and differing artistic approaches  Fellow art students were gifted, such as Lucas Samaras, and I lived in a low cost housing development with a million dollar view of the Manhattan Skyline. Forever on the move in New York City with ballet classes, theater, and art museums, my earliest years were filled with a kind of creative continuum and flow between life and art.  After an Art Education Degree from Montclair State University, 
I returned to that high school to teach art and give back what I had been given.

While teaching, I entered the Masters Program at New York University, Washington Square,and shortly after receiving my degree, left Memorial for Pascack Hills High School in Montvale, New Jersey.  There I was able to pursue the closer relationship of Art to the broad range of the Humanities.  After marriage and children, there was a major move in 1983, further North to Cape Cod, Massachusetts, where my husband and I both taught on the adjunct faculty of Cape Cod Community College until 2000. 

While at the college, I pursued a second masters degree, (MFA in Printmaking and Visual Design) at the University of Massachusetts in Dartmouth.   It was hard going back to school when both fellow students and teaching staff were younger.  But that wonderful teaching staff provided me with a printmaking foundation that nurtured and encouraged me to pursue further my own ideas. I had undergone a significant transition:  A deep appreciation for Process and Materials.  My thesis in 1998, had to do with a changing interior space seen as landscape.  It was entitled, “Happenstances”, and comprised a series of monotypes, 28”X38” dealing with a space just “found” and not pre-arranged. 

By 2000, I became the “Artist in Residence” at Cape Cod Community College.  And again my imagery had changed. My solo exhibit was entitled,”Roads Travelled (literally about the roads I’ve travelled mostly between Cape Cod, Florida, New York City and New Jersey). Family responsibilities forced me to  leave the Cape for Florida sporadically at a moment’s notice. My car became my studio.  With nothing to do in a car, I would draw the images that passed my view sometimes at 70 miles per hour.  I discovered a new way of thinking and experiencing space that had components of time in motion.  Travelling in a car correlates with the fleeting moments of life itself.  We all experience specific times and spaces in quite unique ways.  What do we do when we get to florida?  

DRAW PALMS OF COURSE.  BUT THEY MOVE IN THE WIND 
REFLECTING CHANGES IN NATURE OR THEY CHANGE THEIR MEANING WITH THE PRINTMAKING PROCESS ITSELF. 
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