The handler of this hot mess. She is my daily inspiration. From the painstaking hours she invested to teach me how to thread a sewing machine and fill a bobbin to the annoyance she suffered when finding her prized paint brushes filled with hardened acrylic paint stuffed back into a drawer. She was a saint. She understood that the drawings in my textbooks were not a way to disrespect the teachers but a way to make class bearable.
This is my beloved grandmother that I lost two years ago to Leukemia. This is a photo of one the most amazing people in the world and myself para-sailing over beautiful Lake Tahoe three years ago. Not a day goes by that I don't feel her presence and guidance. Only with her death did I tap into my love for art and all things design. As the President of Solar Power Energy in the 70's a lifetime advocate for children, a successful entrepreneur and comic relief she has left some big shoes to fill. I can't begin to thank her enough for encouraging me to follow my heart, pursue what I love, and to relish in the pride of being an independent woman. Miss you G-ma.