I’m a San Francisco Bay Area artist and art teacher. I received a BFA in Drawing and Printmaking from the California College of the Arts and an MFA in Sculpture and Painting from Mills College.
After returning to school for a Teaching Credential, I taught at Bay Area high schools, including the Urban School of San Francisco, where I was also Chair of the Art Department. I now teach privately in my studio, in Bay Area art centers, on retreats, in the field, and at my local library where I lead workshops that are free to the public.
My 90-year-old dad and I meet once a month to paint or draw in our sketchbooks, usually in the front seats of my car, either at Fort Baker or in Golden Gate Park. Rain or shine. I bring the coffee and the scones.
Relationships with family, my students, artists, and the natural landscape have always played a central role in my creative process.
I grew up in San Francisco after spending the first five years of my life living in a few different places, including Calcutta, India. My father was a city planner and we traveled a lot as he studied and designed, lectured and wrote. My mother was a psychologist who was always reading and processing information. As the third and last child in my family I was someone who watched. I had all my “feelers” open as we walked through the Taj Mahal, London and Rome, or traveled to the enormity of the rock in Yosemite and the Grand Canyon. I absorbed these places — their sounds and textures and colors and movements — taking quiet internal notes and learning how to observe.
I took a lot of art classes and trips to museums, but didn’t start to make art in earnest until I was fourteen. Making art was a way to do something when my siblings left home for college, and my parents were away working. I sat at my desk drawing for hours. I wrote poetry too. At my high school I found a wonderful little letterpress print shop in the basement. In the afternoons when no one was around, I built a block of poems one letter at a time and printed them into a book. The experience was like a light turning on: I realized that getting involved in my own expression and taking it seriously was good for my soul and helped me grow.
In the art schools I attended (BFA; CCA, 1984, and MFA; Mills College, 1988) I learned both skill and how to make art from my concerns. I learned how to draw and paint from observation in a wide variety of media. Drawing what I saw was important to me. As was representing my internal world — my physicality, my joys, and my upsets. While my early years at art school were spent drawing the figure and rendering still lifes, my Master’s thesis work was in large and very physical sculpture and drawings based on the landscape. I learned how to draw my world and by doing that I came to know it better.
After art school, I worked very solidly in my studio and had an exhibition of my work at the SFMOMA Artists Gallery in Fort Mason. Again, the work was in drawing and sculpture about the earth. I was also in a number of group shows.
At the same time I taught drawing, painting, and sculpture at a variety of Bay Area institutions, including five years at The Urban School of San Francisco where I was Art Department Chair.
And then I found my guy. I had always craved having my own family – a partner to love and to share life with, and children to help grow, to be present and real with, and to love. My husband and I live in San Anselmo with our three boys and our dog. My studio is nearby and I paint and show regularly. And I teach.
My people are very dear to me — my family, my friends, my students, and my community. My work in teaching and making is one whole, with my people.