After graduating college in 1978 I moved to New York City armed with a list of names and a temporary place to stay. I was brave and foolish. I lived in 8 "apartments" in 4 1/2 years. One day I loaded my paintings onto a handcart, rolled them to the New York Studio School and asked if I could study there. A few days later they said yes and in exchange for organizing the lunch program I went to school there on a full scholarship. Life was exciting and way too hard. I had to leave.
In a roundabout way, I ended up in Boston where I had friends and family. Eventually I rented an apartment in the North End on Parmenter Street and later found a studio in the Castignetti Building. I wrote grants in exchange for 1/2 my studio rent. When that source fell through I gave up my apartment and moved into my studio. Eventually I met my husband, moved to Somerville and then to Brookline. We had two children, I started the diploma program at the Museum School and life was good. We moved to a new condo and I dropped out of the Museum School and stopped making art.