Having grown-up in a home originally decorated at the height of the psychedelic era, I’ve spent the remainder of my life in recovery. Initially, my rehabilitation involved the exploration of the works of great masters while studying art history at Boise State University. After four years of textbook therapy, I made my way to Europe to behold the classics in person. During a year of hitchhiking from one museum to another, I discovered I was not a budding art historian, but rather a fledgling photographer.
Concurrently, I caught a nasty travel bug. On a quest for a cure, my future husband and I obtained English teaching credentials enabling us to live and work in Indonesia, Chile and Taiwan. Throughout our time abroad, I refined my photographic technique until I began to suspect that I’d taught myself all I could. While I was ready to return to school, my husband had not fully recuperated from wanderlust. This led us to graduate studies in Australia at RMIT University (formerly the Royal Melbourne Institute of Technology). Today, we’ve returned to southern Idaho, where I am an artist educator—and have come to embrace my vividly colorful childhood.