Born in Washington DC in 1982, I’m a Pisces with a predestined fascination with water. I started life living out in the country with a bunch of goats and later moved to the suburbs, and then most recently to the city. I grew up with two sets of parents, two brothers and two step sisters. Graduated from Mary Washington College with a BA in Studio Art in 2004. In the winter of 2010 I had a lucky charm eating, shark loving, bubble bath taking little girl named Zoey Moonbeam. In 2013 I married my best friend of nearly 20 years, Joe Gleason and am living the charmed life of a domestic diva. I currently live in Seattle Washington where by day I clean crunched goldfish off the floor and play monster for hours on end, and by night I am an artist working out of my garage that has been magically transformed into the most fabulous studio (oh yes it includes a pink wall).
I have this vivid memory of finger painting when I was 5 years old, consciously knowing, that was what I was going to do with the rest of my life. The following years were full of art classes, a lot of watercolor, but really anything that I could get my hands on. My senior year in High School was a total waste of academic time, I took five art classes and spent the rest of my class time usually painting or drawing through lectures. In college I developed a concentration in ceramics, heavily influenced by the work of ceramicist Bernard Palassy. However I maintained an interest in modern sculpture, painting, drawing, and weaving which has lead into my adult life.
2011 was a year of change, I began to work on an undisciplined body of work that is heavily influenced by rocks, shells, geocaching, Bob Ross, stars, ponies, rainbows, and flowers, all brought to some sort of order with obsessive amounts of details. 2011 brought about many changes in my personal life and philosophy, with a vow to do and be more… In 2012 I discovered amigurumi, the Japanese art of small crocheted items. I spent many an hour cloistered on my sofa surrounded by multi-color balls of yarn, tufts of stuffing, and much to the delight of my Moonbeam princess (who assimilates all small items into her collective) covering the house with little snips of yarn. This leads me to 2013 and some new discoveries, oil painting and polymer clay. My oils are still heavily influenced by happy trees but are beginning to evolve in their own time to something that smacks less of a giant afro and more of April. And then there are tiny desserts…cookies, cakes, doughnuts, pie, candy all things little. Much of the items find their way onto an earring post or silver chain and become some subtle form of selling out. But the real art, the real meaning, the real creating remains to be in a state of ever mutating discovery.
May 31st 2014 I lost my daughter, Zoey Moonbeam in a tragic airplane crash. Not a day goes by that I don’t miss her, rarely does a second go by that I don’t think about her. As I told her many times, “no matter how old you get, you will always be my baby” and so she is. I find this catastrophic event shapes every piece of art that I make, whether I am working out a bit of my sadness and loneliness in my work, or spreading the joy of knowing her and her being in my heart; Zoey is a piece of everything that I do, a piece of everything that I make.