Female

ART + NIGHT


I am nocturnal by inclination, nature, and necessity. It is in the deep, quiet hours that the artist in me fully unfurls her wings--and the written word and the rendered image vie for predominace in my heart.

Alone, swathed in the garments of night, my soul expands to fill that vast nocturnal landscape of self when, for me, the Muse comes most fully awake. No matter who the victor, the resultant emotion remains the same: ecstasy. Held in joyous thrall by a demon I have yet to exorcise, my heart beats faster with the doubled efforts of my twin passions--each stroke of the pencil or pen an act of love, each finished drawing or paragraph a consummation of that love which leaves me exultant, triumphant, trembling inside--and the yearning, the incessant yearning which is with me still, to pour my soul onto the page and with it paint what Irving Stone referred to as "a beautiful living thing."