In early 2005, I was infected with a virus that nearly killed off my painting practice. Almost.

The name of that affliction is Argentine Tango. Previous to being pulled deeper and deeper into the dance world, at first photography and then painting was my chosen mode of creativity. I continued my post-graduate study of painting and art history and showed my work occasionally.

Tango dancing can quickly become an obsession if the bug bites hard, and I attended more and more classes, practicas and Saturday night milongas. Sometimes Wednesday, Thursday and Friday nights. I slept late, stirring mostly during the nighttime hours, and soon the solitary act of creating two-dimensional art receded into the darkness. I had become a tango vampire...

For years, the final canvas I had stretched and gessoed—a large rectangle of glaring white—sulked in the corner, mocking me, making me feel guilty whenever our gaze connected. Finally, one rainy morning in late 2019, I said "enough is enough!" I had already taken care of all the client work on my plate. I had done my taxes. Cleaned the whole house including the bathroom. Twice. There was nothing remaining on my "to do" list, no more excuses left. So…I took a few deep, long, yogic inhalations and exhalations, pried open some crusty old tubes of acrylic and attacked that big white rectangle. And haven't looked back.

My art education consists of extensive coursework at Connecticut College, the George Washington University, the Corcoran School of Art and the San Francisco Art Institute. I also hold a B.A. in English and an M.S. in business. I know, a curious background for an artist!

I'm beginning to pursue new opportunities to show my work, especially in Seattle and the San Francisco Bay Area. Yes, I'm wary that when the Corona virus is completely eradicated, the tango bug could bite again. Now I'm more resilient. And I know I’m not welcome at the Saturday night milonga with oil paint all over my hands and shirt anyway…