In my studio today, I turned around from my easel and my eyes landed on this little 8×10” painting of a windmill. I came across this oil painting of mine when I was clearing out my parents’ home after they passed. I don’t remember actually painting this one, so I’m really glad I signed it and documented the date on the back, which states December, 1974. This was when I was taking my first oil painting classes at the local YMCA in Queens where I owned a house at the time with my then husband and two young sons. At the urging of the painting instructor and my friend, Roberta, I applied and was accepted into the City University of New York, and because there was, at that time, no tuition, I was able to go to college. My father, who was against educating women, did not understand why I wanted to go to college to study art, since he said I was a good enough artist already. What I didn’t know at the time, and certainly my father never did understand, was that being an artist is so much more than creating a painting. Every single aspect of my life has been enriched because I am an artist and a fully creative individual. Someday I’ll write an article about that. But if you read through these daily posts, you will see how everything I do, see, talk about, and engage with feeds into my studio life.

These daily studio notes lead toward my 2026 solo exhibitions in New York City and  Poughkeepsie, NY.