The daughter of an artist, I grew up surrounded by art. On weekends, my father took my sisters and me to the Boston galleries. We looked at what contemporary artists were creating, and I was immersed in discussions about art, the creative process, and finding beauty in unusual places.
Studying art history in college gave me a chance to critically consider the relationship between artist and viewer. It was then that I began looking through through the viewfinder and began to experience the artist as viewer.
For the next twenty years, I strived as a mom and educator to help children see their individual, unique beauty. Along the way, I took photographs and collected postcards and little, every-day objects that would attract my eye.