Painting fire on silk, imbuing meaning into form. A local Boston autodidact who sampled all the universities, not one of them offering a menu safe for allergies. A book lover with a range of paper cuts in the very farthest corners of the imagination. Raised and trained initially by artists who worked for artists you know, learned the nuts and bolts of materials and techniques as essential as basic language. Sewing, building models, and hand pulling prints by second grade. Drawing with a mixture of oil and water. What could such an artist do but fall in love with the one technique nobody else wants to do? It’s too hard. It’s too messy. It’s got too much chemistry! It takes weird equipment and the rubber-glue-resin smells before you wash it out! Come check it out!