I consider myself an introvert, often lost in thought, and content at home. I love to read, play my guitar, and curl up to watch a good movie with chips and popcorn. My eyes roll back in my head during long boring car chase scenes tho, and the thought of making dinner... again. If I could, I would gladly delegate grocery shopping. My favourite poem is Dirge Without Music and I adore the colour green. I married a guy from Scotland, have a wonderfully sarcastic daughter and the sweetest special needs son. In my next life, I would like to write songs and sing for a living. I often can't make a decision to save my life and am a very quiet talker ( I always feel like I'm yelling as people talk over me...) I can't sit still unless I am doing something with my hands or my brain. I can ( and do ) have full conversations with myself, much to my husband's amusement.

I love to draw and paint faces more than anything. There is a sense of satisfaction and delight bringing a face to life on my canvas,

whether the aim is a likeness or something only recognizably human.

There is a moodiness in my painting, an empathy with the melancholy that I find authentic, rather than sad.

There's a profound beauty in bringing a face to the page, honouring an emotion, and asking the viewer to consider the person within.