me145211.bmp     I can remember in college, painting a canvas and worrying about what on earth I would do when I graduated with a Fine Art Degree. Notice I wasn't worried about graduating, that I could handle. But what came after, well, that was the scary part. In the 70's they didn't really talk about making a living in art, unless you wanted to be an art teacher. We actually had a professor that said ( in class, out loud) that most of us would end up as insurance salesmen and housewives. Can you believe that?

    Being a child of the 70's, and having read all the feminist literature I could put my hands on, the thought of being a gender appropriate art teacher, let alone "housewife", was the last thing I wanted. And besides, I was supporting myself in college, so it wasn't like I would starve. I could take care of myself.

     I was right to be concerned.

     Fast forward many years later, and finally I am engaged in a career utilizing my college degree. Well, now of course we all know that jewelry isn't ART, but I like to think that some of my creative work is indeed informed by the muse of the painter, the sculptor, the printmaker, and the many hours of art history.

     Sometime in the 90's, I married a man who was a watercolorist. We started to do some art shows with his paintings,  and I had an idea that I could make jewelry, and we could have booths next to each other. How romantic.

     That was the beginning.

      I know you can tell I wrote this myself.