I was taught how to recycle at a young age. We literally reused or recycled 98% of the items we brought home. I think this is where I got my sense of style as well as my art style. I loved going to thrift stores to buy clothing so I could mix and match my outfits without spending fifty dollars on one shirt. My art style was also influenced by my need to thrift and I painted on anything I could find – wood, tiles, cardboard. I was not particular about very much. One of my favorite creations was when I created an entire art book solely out of cardboard. Spray paint and acrylic paint were my go to art supplies so I spent a lot of time in the backyard.
The house seemed lonely now that it was just me and my parents. I was the youngest of five and Mary was the most recent high school graduate and left to study at USC two weeks ago. I had never quite realized how quiet my parents were until I was the only left at home with them. I think my siblings and I made up for my parents’ lack of noise. The more time I spent in the backyard creating, the more I noticed how my art was changing. The solitude and fresh air brought more of a calm vibe than the vibe I got with five siblings. I had never been so happy to be spending time alone.
Standing Room Only 