Here is my brief but extraordianary story.

I was born in Riverside, California in the misty pre-dawn hours, some six days after Halloween, late and upsidedown. Like any rare and endangered creature, I struggled to grow to adulthood against impossible odds. I succeeded. I escaped. In 1998, after graduating from college with a degree in Art (dual emphasis in Printmaking and Graphic Design), I found my way to the city of fallen angeles. I now live in Silverlake with my one true love and three delightfully horrible cats (Monsieur Zaki , Sir Alfred Greytail and Tristan the Terrible). And also keeping company, there are all my green, growing friends out in the garden, and a beloved host of weaving spiders.

I worked professionally as a Graphic Artist for over 10 years. But recently I've made some huge changes. I'm now attending South Baylo University in Los Angeles, studying to become an Acupuncturist and practioner of traditional oriental medicine. I manage an Acupuncture clinic in Silver Lake part time as well. And, of course, I'm forever an Artist, whatever the undertaking. Naturally inquisitive, I'm always learning new skills and trying out different mediums from fine art to traditional crafts. Not content to focus on any single form of expression, I love to sample it all. Diversity is the secret to creativity. And creativity is my passion. Currently I'm focused on painting. And my tendency is towards miniatures.

I've always been an artist. Many would argue a definition for wearing that title, and I remember struggling with that question in school. When can you call yourself an Artist? But everything I've wittnessed whispers to me that Artist isn't a title to be earned or bestowed. It isn't hinged on fame or commerce or education...it's a birthright. It's a surname. It is a state of being and a way of seeing. Even if I never produced a single work, I would still consider myself an Artist because I live in that intimate space where all things are conceived of...10,000 little Big Bangs every moment with every breath, and 10,000 little black holes devouring at the edges.

My amazing mother, Kathleen Lott, now passed on to places beyond, predicted I would be a commercial artist from my earliest years even as I protested to the contrary. Likewise, my Grandmother dreamed I would be a healer. I had my own ideas, and grew up wanting to be a journalist, or a rockstar, or a marine bioligist...but I was born an artist. And now I'm becoming a healer. There can be no escape, no avoidance, no denial. This was and is my fate. And I take comfort in that thought.

Some people don't believe in fate. I believe in fate, and synchronicity, and Santa Clause, and ghosts, and faeries, and dandylion wishes, and lucky pennies, and the bogieman under my bed too. But ask me if I believe in politicians or businessmen or clergy. I do not. I'm an independant thinker, making my own way and drawing my own conclusions based on the messages of my senses and the patterns I find in nature. I'm always learning and changing...ever expanding like the universe itself. I cannot be pinned down or contained. Dogma and orthodoxy haven't a chance with me as I refuse to be bound and imprisoned by literal or linear thinking. I've taken a bite from every apple on the tree.

I am vegetarian and embrace a lifestyle of nonviolence and compassion. I am a dreamer who takes tea with Chaos. I am a storyteller and a mythmaker, and I've seen things you wouldn't believe. I am ragtag Pagan celebrating the cycles of the seasons, seeking to recognize the divine in all things, guided by dreams and intuition. I am a curious and opinionated creature in love with creation/creating/creatrix, and the flawed beauty I find wherever I go. I am a treehugger and a peacemaker, and a registered voter. I know I am changing the world every time I take a breath. And my artwork will tell you the rest.

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