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Silks grow on trees in Upstate New York!
My parents were avid gardeners as well and half our backyard was a garden. From this I learned the joy and patience of watching
hard work flourish and bloom., as well as the satisfaction of reaping the rewards of hard work. I also learned about setbacks, like
watching the promise of a bountiful crop decimated by tomato hornworms when we had never seen such an insect in the history
of the garden.

My father is an engineer, a builder, a problem solver. Whereas my mother would dive unafraid head first into a project, he would
think, measure, draw charts, calculate and plan. I felt growing up that he could fix, build or solve anything. His way of looking for
and finding the best solution to a problem was a huge influence on my creative thought process. He showed me a way of looking
at things from all angles and how the smallest details were as important as the overall project. It was a waste of time to create
something that was makeshift, unattractive and did not last. The quality of the work you did was equally important as getting the
job done.

I continued to study art in college. First illustration, then metalsmithing. I had an unofficial minor in fiber arts, taking classes in
weaving and batik. It was here I first dyed silk. Though I went on to work as a jeweler after college, my love of color never
weakened.
Then it happened - I took my first belly dance class as a way of getting some fun exercise. I was immediately in love. It was the only form of dance I had ever experienced where I
felt I could immerse myself in all the way. Here was a medium where I could express myself physically, emotionally and creatively while showering myself in glittering color. Since
2007, Silkdancer has been bringing color to the dancing community.


Happy Dancing! Enjoy!
From her I learned to sew, to do
needlepoint, embroidery, make all
kinds of beautiful baskets from many
types of fibers and grasses, to work a
loom, to explore and create. What she
could not teach me she took me to
lessons. I took music, drawing,
painting and dance. She got me
involved in community theater.
Creative History

As an artist, I have been drawn to color and beauty for as long as I can remember, as
well as a desire to share my findings with others. I am enchanted with silk. It seems to
have a life of its own, embracing the dancer as she moves. In this way it becomes an
integral part of her and the music. To me this is the perfect medium, a living canvas so
to speak. I strive to share and express myself creatively while producing a quality
product that will be cherished for years to come. I am further pleased to watch my work
in the hands of other dancers and share in their own expression of creativity.

I cannot remember a time I didn't create. It seems almost instinctual to me to express
myself artistically. This is due entirely to my parents. My beautiful mother always had
my mind and hands involved in some project and craft. She took on new challenges
headfirst and worked them until she mastered them.