Flowers were always something magical and wonderful to me. My Mother, her Mother, and my Dad' Mother were all flower people. They instilled within me from an early age a love of flowers cultivated in gardens and growing wild.
My Dad and the men in our family also appreciated flowers and celebrated their beauty with us. In doing so, they also had a critical role to play in developing my love of flowers.
When I had to make a choice in what I was to do for a living, I had a tough time initially reconciling my love of nature and flowers with the burning need to create and tell stories.
At first, I was enrolled in architecture school so I could create buildings similar to Frank Lloyd Wright's buildings that fit into nature like a glove. After leaving architecture school, I sketched directly from life as I continued to study nature leading me to become the artist I am today.
Eventually, I began to see individual stories lying just below the surface of the plants and flowers around me. They began to symbolize phases of my life. The mighty oak trees remind me of my childhood spent among oak trees planted before the revolutionary war. The marsh plants remind me of my years in Louisiana and deep love of wetlands areas.
Today, I paint flowers not as an exercise in botanical or scientific illustration but rather as portraits that reveal the stories of friends. Their beauty still stops me in my tracks. Studying and recording them as I chat happily to them as I paint.
I invite you, through my art, to look beyond the surface of the plants and flowers around you, see nature in a different way, and remember who we were meant to be.