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“ I never wanted to be a painter, that was her thing and she cast a long shadow. I was the failed screenwriter in search of a creative release, eventually stumbling up the stairs of my mothers abandoned art studio.

When brush met canvas an immediate feeling of satisfaction & wholeness overtook me.

I had found a way to communicate, to connect, to express emotions non-verbally. It was the hollow, filled. I perceive life visually, and in me she saw herself. I do believe my mother left it all for me to discover when I was ready, a final and truly remarkable gift for her stubborn, rebellious daughter”