A southern California native, I’ve traveled on quests to see art, to live and to work in areas I deemed cultural centers of personal interest just to be in those spaces as a local and to absorb the essence of their art scene. This is not to say I haven’t traveled on vacations for similar reasons. While my nomadic list is short, my experiences took me to places for periods of time, some longer than expected, such as San Francisco, New York, Philadelphia, and Florence, Italy where I studied Renaissance Art and the language. Today, I call Los Angeles home.
I love LA because of the light. It reminds me of Venice, Italy where the sun radiates off the Adriatic Sea at every turn walking the canals or basking in the sun along the magnificent Laguna Veneta. I also love LA because of the vast access to contemporary art we experience in this City of Angels. Being a Californian means not being tied to any one way of thinking or being. The sky’s the limit here. And we are all too ready to embrace the new. Everyday there are plenty of places to discover, and to be awakened.
Professionally, my career has flourished in the arts. Thank goodness. I’ve been fortunate to find my way in the nonprofit world serving in many administrative capacities in colleges and universities, and galleries and museums. I am constantly inspired by the art world and never tire of it, even if I disagree with something I see or hear and cannot fathom. For me, art is life.