As a young girl, I often accompanied my father into "the city" from the East Bay, helping him lug his many gorgeous, oil painted canvases and heavy easels from the large trunk of his blue Maverick into the colorful atmosphere and characters of the Embarcadero Square. A founding member of the Street Artists Association in San Francisco, my father surrounded himself each and every Saturday with authentic working/starving artists and craftsmen. Those years of raw creativity and sacrifice for one's art penetrated my skin.
This collection truly exemplifies my authentic artistic freedom; freedom to express my true self. Thoughtful, large and bold, I can lose myself for hours inside of each one, as I take apart the images and carefully put them back together emphasizing colors, rhythms and patterns, bridging the gap between abstraction and realism.
30+ years as a graphic designer and illustrator certainly leaves it's impression on everything I create, but these works allow me to truly exhale.
My father has been gone since 2011, but the memory of his colorful life lifts me every day I get to hold that brush.