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Murals thrive in public places. So as you browse through my web page, you might wonder why I paint walls that few people will ever see. I realize the irony here, in creating spectacles of hidden corners. On account of their invisible existence to the outside world, I am relocating my walls- to the World Wide Web, of course. (After all, cement walls do not travel well).
The first mural I ever painted was the wall nearest my paintbrush-in my bedroom (to my parents' delight). Two years later, in 1998, my Uncle Mark bought a giant warehouse. Little did he know at the time, he had also opened the door to my painting palace. Starting with a mural for my high school senior project, I began to paint the warehouse walls even though I knew my uncle and his cats were my only immediate audience. Unfortunately, I could not bring the warehouse to college with me, so I had to search for new walls to paint- which didnt take long. A friend of mine invited me to paint bedroom walls at a nearby hospital, where she worked. After that, I had hoped to paint the bedroom walls of my current apartment. To my dismay, my landlord stood reluctant on the matter. So here I sit surrounded by the blank, expressionless sheet-rock of my room. But thanks to the Internet, I have found a portable palette- and at least my computer screen is not barren like my walls. Enjoy the web-site!