make your mark

This is my five-year old self at my first desk fashioned from a kid-size card table my mom got with Green Stamps in 1961.

From the time I was old enough to hold a crayon, I was fascinated with any and all writing tools - pens, pencils, crayons, markers, etc. - if it would make a mark, I would try to letter something with it. Lettering became the way I expressed my creativity and my love for words.

And I do love words. Lots and lots of words. Words have been my ‘art’ since I can remember… speaking them, writing them, drawing them. Some would say I was born talking while others have said they can recognize my ‘lettering’ a first glance. It’s just what I do - the swoops and swirls, the angles and loops - all a concert of expression to me thanks to a grandmother who was a creative and a mom who indulged my spark.