Well, this is the section of my gallery where I'm supposed to tell you about myself. The problem is, in order for me to do that, I have to imagine people wanting to know about me and then figure out what kind of stuff they'd want to know.

Therein lies the crux of my dilemma. I can't really imagine someone really wanting to know about the artist behind the picture. Art is such a subjective thing, either we like it or we don't – either it speaks to us or it doesn't. I've never found myself standing in front of a work of art hanging in a home or gallery and wondering… what kind of person was this artist? Was this artist married, did she have cats, did she have an addiction to chocolate, was she a messy housekeeper? Even though I've seen biographical films about famous artists and read a few biographies about them, it's always the art itself that I find more interesting.

Perhaps the real problem is that I lack the confidence (or is it bravado) of the typical artist. I really hope you find my art interesting, because I don't think I have a chance of qualifying for that adjective. I'm pretty ordinary in most ways. I have a wonderful husband who makes my life worth living, two adorable cats who act as my surrogate children, a modest home which is perpetually messy and my art. These are the things that make up who I am. Within my art, I should explain, I include the books I read, the movies I watch, the music I enjoy, the friendships I nurture and the spirituality I espouse. All of those things show up in the art I create and therefore must be considered a part of it.

In the end, I hope that my greatest work of art is the life I live. Every act of creation whether it's music or poetry or drawing – is but a thread in the tapestry of my life. In the end, I hope that it will be something I can be proud of and that others will admire.