A little something about me:
Strong women raised me. Not just strong, but Cajun strong. Cajun women are resilient. We have big hearts and deep faith. We hug tight. We look you in the eye and ask you how you are and want a real answer. We smile big. We unapologetically ‘overshare.’ We want to know you.
I was taught this straight-forward, loving way of life from my great grandmother. She taught me how to be strong and speak my mind. This lady was watching wrestling into her 90’s while talking smack back to the T.V. Then she would go to church or can some figs. That's what I call 'balance.' She lived to be 102.
What does this have to do with my art?
My great grandmother taught me to listen to my gut, or what I call the Spirit. She also taught me not to take myself too stinkin' seriously.
When I get to my studio, my process begins by meditating and journaling. After this, I go directly to the canvas and begin painting without having any expectation or idea what the final product will be. I build layer after layer...letting go & covering some things...keeping others. Always, and I do mean always, there come's a point in the painting process where I get so frustrated I just want to poke myself in the eye with a paintbrush. Thankfully, I work through this and, in the end, I'm always a little bit surprised, yet delighted, by what was created.
I love being an artist. I try not to take it all too seriously because c'mon...how lucky am I? I get to throw paint around and be a conduit of creativity for the Spirit. I get to bring joy and energy into people's lives and homes. Yes, sometimes what I create is deep and thoughtful; but other times it's just straight up fun and maybe a cuss word or two sneaks in. That's what happens when you give a Cajun girl a paintbrush. It's lot like watching wrestling then going to church, and I'm so down with that.