New Horizons

It's back to school time! Time for new notebooks and shoes. Time for nervous stomachs and tentative smiles. Time for change.

For the past eleven years (minus a year or so to home school my son) I have been teaching art to children out of my home in Central Mass. I have taught up to six classes a week to ages 3.6 - 12. I have loved it. I have learned so much from my students. I have decided to take a respite from teaching and pursue a long time dream of working with children in the throes of grief. I long to use art as well as my background in counseling children in crisis to facilitate the natural process of grief in our youngest and least understood grievers. I am starting out my training at a wonderful and very special place, The Children's Room in Arlington, MA. I will be helping to facilitate groups on a volunteer basis every other week with the hopes that this training will lead to a future long term position in a grief counseling center of it's kind. 

I will miss my students terribly as I paint alone in my studio with only the sounds of NPR and David Gray to keep my company. 

My students have been my greatest inspirations. They have taught me the invaluable lesson of why I became an artist in the first place: to fall in love with the act of creation over and over again, to forget about my audience and just be true to my whimsy. 

Because truth shows in art. Plain and simple.

I send out a big "thank you!" to all my students over the past eleven years and to all the parents who entrusted me with their children's delicate creative development. 

Be well and keep creating!