I am an aging woman with a chronic illness.
An artist with a passion for creating. My work as an art model is the most physically honoring job I ever had. It makes me feel valuable in a culture that does not always honor the flesh or make women feel good about themselves.
It has taken me almost two decades to understand how important this work is for myself and other artists, and to be able to get serious about it. The road since 1989 has been painful. That was the year I first began experiencing debilitation, became bedridden and lost all ability to pursue my diving career. Fast forward 20+ years. On a good week I can sometimes manage to work outside my home for 3-6 hours total. I live in a culture that bombards me with the message that if I am not stressed out, super busy, buying every latest electronic gadget, maintaining high debt, and frantically multi-tasking, then I must be a lazy no-good slacker.
My reality: I live in a world beautiful beyond belief. I want to see, feel, hear, taste, smell, and share as much of it as possible before it’s to late.