I’ve always known my purpose on this earth is to make things beautiful.

Sometimes that whimsical and slightly abstract purpose appears as a children’s book, like How Mae Got Moxie or Eek and Ouch. Sometimes it’s a painting that exists in my head as no more than a cloud of pink and ochre, and other times, the thing I make is conversation with a stranger. Perhaps we are speaking of seashells, gardens, and ghosts, or some combination of all three.

I must make such things! Let it be sketches or memories. Art eats first in this house! So I’m glad you found me — I want to create something for you, with you.