In no small measure, I am my father’s daughter. He was doggedly resourceful, hard-working and a bit of a dreamer. My father was the first person who believed in me. I wish he had lived long enough to see where I am today. Everything I know was read in a book or learned through trial and error. Like my father, I put my heart and soul into my work. I am where I was always supposed to be.
I hope you enjoy looking at my pieces as much as I enjoyed making them. Read more about my horse mailbox in the links to the right.