Prato s the second largest a city in Tuscany. Yet it doesn’t seem to attract a high level of tourism. With most of the shops closed on Mondays, the streets of the older walled section of town appear empty. Especially, when compared to the buzzing cobblestoned walkways of Rome.
Here against the back drop of Retaia mountain you can enjoy a quiet walk along the Bisenzio river then moments later be dining at an outdoor cafe.
I'm a narrative sculptor navigating her way through the ever-changing currents in what feels like an art ocean. Whether appreciating the calm rhythm of calls for art and exhibiting, or waiting to catch a big wave of inspiration to take me to the top. I just love being in the water.
Formerly a pickle packer, theater major, crisis counselor and occupational therapist with a BA in Communications and a BS in Occupational Therapy, only to discover I've always been an artist.
My work grows from a strong connection to people and a passion for discovering the beauty in ordinary things. I sculpt figuratively in clay, utilizing the female form and women’s themes. Frequently my inspiration is drawn from childhood memories and my own short poems. Like each of us as humans every work is uniquely influenced by the past and present and has a narrative.
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