Back in the old days, when Granny's broom was the most
useful tool in the house, and Uncle Harv's pipe meant home,
that's when it all began.

On a cold and terrible day in mid Michigan, a secret board in the attic
was pried up, revealing an old cigar box. Under an inch of dust,
the lid was opened. Out fell a tied up bunch of papers and a
slug from a rifle. Curiosity wouldn't stop there. After opening the stack
and placing the slug squarely on the floor, the stories began...

Surrounded by soap boxes from the 1910's, and advertising posters
from the 1890's, and a musty smell that lingered in the nostrils,
these images never left her brain's right hemisphere. As she went
on in life, she was ever haunted by images of happy people
drinking beverages from 1912.

Escaping the winter doldrums and endless grey skies of
the Great Lake State, she wandered the country off and on over
5 years, eventually meeting her other half, Curtis Eller, at a
musical instrument store. They traveled south to join a theatre troupe
made up of 20-odd individuals. After three years of making posters,
t-shirts, and other pictorial items, she greatly desired to go
to art school to learn what life could not teach.

The year ninteen hundred and ninety five saw her and her man in
New York City. She attended the School of Visual Arts and graduated
with a BFA with Honors in 1999.


She currently resides in New York City with Curtis
and their little daughter.
They call her Daisy Josephine.


Mediums

Ink and Watercolor on Strathmore Bristol Plate Finish 4-ply paper.
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