An old journal posting from 2002:
“I’m astonished at just how much I’m loving painting. I always considered myself more a craftswoman or textile artist than a fine artist. I’ve held the attitude that art should be useful and I liked crafts becuse I seemed to enjoy the labor of production more than the creative expression. I’m finding lately I have lots of creativity to express and that painting gives me a lot of freedom to explore that creativity. I feel like somewhere in the process I get to a point where I have no idea of where the hell I am or where I’m going and I have to find my way out of it or else. And that’s the best part, when you get to the other side of this tunnel and look back and say “wow! I did that! That’s pretty darn good!” So my love of painting is growing so much bigger than any other of my countless hobbies. I feel like I’ve really found something. Once again, I’m a lucky girl.”