Growing up along the marshlands of coastal Virginia, the tides informed me as much as my own heartbeat. I was conceived on a boat and spent much of my first year on the one named after my grandmother and I, learning to walk on it, while traveling the southeastern seaboard, with our Samoyd Chimo's help. 

As a teen, I would run to the shoreline and let the wind and salt air carry it all away. When I would swim in the ocean, sometimes I would feel that water nymphs were around me, playing with and taunting me...

Watercolor was my preferred medium, from my first lesson at 6 years old with Cordula, the old Russian woman who had painted our church's Madonna.

As an adult, Indigo was my entry, and I was lucky to have studied with Graham Keegan and Aboubakar Fotana in 2016 and 2017. 

Blue reconnected me to water and my childhood by the ocean. It helped awaken me to dream again. 

Then came a summer of yellows and golds and then one of pinks and reds. 

Once I was able to coax the primary colors from plants using minerals and water and patience, the rainbow opened up to me, and that's what I continue to explore. Color is infinite and infinitely subtle within the world of natural dyes. 

As a synesthete, touch has always translated into color, for a long while so seamlessly I didn't know I was experiencing it, also assuming everyone felt this way. 

I think this is a large part of why my bodywork is fed by my intuition- it is rooted in feeling as color, and color is as mutable as the water holding it.