When I was seven years old, I spent eighteen days in the hospital with Rheumatic Fever. Those eighteen days felt like eighteen years to a seven year old. While I was in the hospital, my father gave me three things that I’m sure he never imagined would plant the seeds for my lifelong love of art: a small sketchbook, Magic Markers, and a paperback book full of Peanuts comic strips. I began drawing the Peanuts characters with my markers in that little sketchbook and never stopped.
I continued drawing and painting, occasionally taking classes for many years until one day, I attended an open house at the New York Botanical Garden's Education Department. I spoke to the coordinator of the Botanical Art and Illustration program and decided to enroll. The results of my education and love of botanicals is what you see here.
And I still have my childhood sketchbooks.
I continued drawing and painting, occasionally taking classes for many years until one day, I attended an open house at the New York Botanical Garden's Education Department. I spoke to the coordinator of the Botanical Art and Illustration program and decided to enroll. The results of my education and love of botanicals is what you see here.
And I still have my childhood sketchbooks.
