I remember standing in front of Van Gogh when I was ten years old, my mother and grandmother beside me, both of whom were artists. They often took me to wondrous museums and galleries where I learned to appreciate the works of the impressionist painters.
I became a painter as well. In high school I spent hours dwelling on fine details of the tiger’s hair or the lion’s eye to give it a realistic feel. But as I grew older, through college, where I learned from and experienced the art of others, I returned to the wonder of my childhood years and the impressionists.
But like many artists, I used art to pay my bills and began a career in advertising and design where I learned art as a commercial message to consumers. Art paid my bills.
When I became a mother, I brought art and taught art into my children’s lives. From the time they were very young through middle school I taught art to my children’s classmates. Later, when they moved on, I helped children with art in science and large mural projects on public school buildings. I mentored many artists into advanced programs at high school and into careers of their own.
I left teaching to tend to my aging mother. In each day of her ending life, she continued to remind me that artists live on through their work. At her passing, I am grateful for the love of art she has taught me.
What you see in my body of work is the passion of the ten year old girl influenced by the generations of women who patiently took her to the vision of the great masters. I hope you enjoy it.
Teresa made us a custom piece from our vacation to the Caribbean and it is the highlight of our home.