I used to think that I painted for my family, until I realized I painted from them. From their love, their laughter, their stories, their pains, and their humor that carried them through their hardest days. Living in this world can be such a big, overwhelming experience. But if you pause long enough, you will see the glimmers of light, of hope and of humor that can carry you through anything. I was lucky enough to be born into a family full of love, support, imagination and foggy Maine beaches. My sisters and I were tide pool explorers, periwinkle soothers and barefoot lichen walkers. As we get older, we have become human and pet mothers, inappropriate laughers, fearless supporters of each other, and permanent Maine dwellers.

Now I realize who I paint for. I paint for you! I paint for my six year old daughter. I paint for anyone who needs a giggle. I paint because my illustrations come from love. From hope, happiness and a life full of barefoot adventures and impromptu puns. I also paint for myself of course. I’ve gotten to a point in my life where I realize creating is essential to my health and well being. It truly makes me happy.

When I am not painting or writing stories about my doodles, I can be found digging in the dirt, baking bread, kayaking or wandering aimlessly around North Haven (or Czech in the fall) with my husband, daughter, and adorable pup Miles.