I have been many things in my life. A wife and mother. A grandmother, great Grandmother, Sister, aunt and friend. I am still all of these things. I am proud to say that the boys turned into good men. My job there is done. They all have their own lives, but still firmly settled in my heart. I want them to be as proud of me as I am of them. That means not sitting in a rocking chair, knitting. Or waiting for them to visit. Standing at the easel has become an integral part of my life. Like breathing. I get lost. Often. For 5 minutes or 5 hours, it's like taking a mini vacation from the rest of the world. I am alive and I am at peace. There I discovered a few things about myself. I found that age has nothing to do with what happens at the easel. It's what you feel inside, while you are creating. I strive, to work the magic I feel when I am using one of these wondrous sticks of pastel. Hoping, at the same time, that my patrons get at least a glimpse of what I see. I start the excursion and they decide where it leads. It doesn't matter whether it's a portrait, landscape, or an animal. I have the pleasure of painting not only what I see, but what I feel. A bit of me is in every one of them. It's like watching myself while I paint. Like magic. I am an Artist. I intend for the magic to continue for a long, long time.