Taking a moment to acknowledge those who have shaped my identity.
Some of my family who recognized my passions and encouraged me to forge my own path, even when my mother once suggested I pursue typing so I could obtain a secretarial role. If only she had lived long enough to see how times have evolved; I believe we would have shared a hearty laugh.
Also, a note of thanks to me husband and son who have been completely supportive of me and OK with me spending endless hours working on various projects.
My father who encouraged me to learn and explore my craft. He was never shy in critiquing my work and offered advice for improvement. I cherish the memories of our trips to NYC museums, where he inspired my brothers, cousins, and me to dive into the world of art and culture. He enjoyed taking photos and developing them. I have enjoyed using some of his images to work from for my paintings.
My mother who was my best friend and confidant. She allowed me to use her sewing machine at a young age to create my own clothes. She didn't mind that I was the kid who would rather stay in and spend hours drawing.
She installed in me that nothing was out of my reach, if I was determined to pursue it.
She would always give me the best advice in how to handle crazy work situations.
This photo captures my grandfather at his happiest, immersed in his art. Whether it was drawing, painting, or writing poetry. While he could be tough at times (mostly with the boys). The moments that gave him his joy define how I remember him.
She was gentle, kind, and her laughter lingers in my memory. My grandmother worked as a pattern maker in New York City during the 1940s, which may have partly fueled my desire to pursue a fashion career.