I grew up in a poor mill town in Northern NH with my parents (now divorced), sister (now married), cats (now dead), and a dog (also now dead). I rode skateboards made of old roller skate wheels down the hill my house was on. The roller skates had lovely orange wheels…and I greatly regret the destruction of the skates. One winter my sister & I got in trouble with the town police officer for sliding on our hill and were forced to shovel it off by hand in the middle of the snow storm (more recently I got in trouble for this again when my dad read my bio). I am passionately opposed to spit strings, dirty socks, and misplaced aggression. I am however, passionately positive about sharp teeth, bulging eyes, over the knee socks, and roller skating very fast.
Read a fabulous review of my show at the Vermont Supreme Court online with the Vermont Art Zine.