It is not through the eye that a painter sees their own creative self, but through her mind's eye and her soul, to the child within the center of where the journey in this life began; even a crack in perception is enough to reveal another layer of the full self emerging.

The “Portrait Of The Painter As Herself” (as well as much of my work) strives to convey the journey of life - often filled with travails, struggle , and celebration, and love for humanity. If despite hardships; I have tried to convey various sides as the dimensions of the human condition and experience.  We all have our own path; we may become injured or sick and broken along the way, but we can chose to grow, learn, and love the journey of life itself.

I know that when an artist does not communicate clearly, she fails in her role and limits herself. She may vanish in the closed world, rather than that art as a visual poem, or communion with the viewer.

Have I shared my experience with the viewer, celebrated life, or indicted it?

Have I helped the gracious viewer to a better understanding of what it means to be human?