"My grandmother was named Zou Zou and she really did have a basement -- chock full of stuff that anyone who had lived during the Depression felt compelled to hang on to, like the 500 aluminum pie plates stacked in the corner....She also had dozens and dozens of terra cotta flower pots that my mother begged me to take home. (This marks the beginning of my gardening passion also). I eventually painted some, gave them away, sold some, sold some more, and then began to sell other handmade goodies.

My little company has moved and moved and settled and now boy-oh-boy I have a great big well lit space to MAKE THINGS.

It is ironic that Zou Zou's Basement is actually located in my attic.

My story is also a tale of hedonism: I love paint, paper, ribbon, quotes, and most of all color...and love to play with all of these delights on a daily basis. Whether I am working on desserts, birds, flowers, dresses, or another series, color comes to play first.

Monet once said: "Color is my daylong obsession, joy, and torment."

YES!!!

A friend once whispered to her husband as he looked at one of my paintings, “She sees colors we don’t see”.

("In the human heart new passions are for ever being born; the overthrow of one almost always means the rise of another." --La Rochefoucauld)
I tend to work with a subject matter or material for awhile and then move on, not interested in returning –- so if you see something you like, get it while it’s there!

Now, come taste my colors!