I'm an Old New Artist. A funny thing happened on the way to turning 50. Two weeks before my birthday, I sat half on my bed and drew a picture for the first time, a portrait actually. It was a sudden, inexplicable force compelling me to draw something, ANYTHING. Like the people making mash potato mountain plateaus in Close Encounters, I drew with obsession, speed and complete, unfounded confidence. Within a half hour, I was staring into the face I'd just drawn, my best friend's son, and he was staring back. I'm not an artist. My husband, Steve, is the artist. I'm a Mom, a non-profit exec, dancer and choreographer but I don't draw! I can't draw! The problem is, since that day, I can't not draw. One year later now and I've quit my day job as a favor to them. Crazy as it is, I am, by design or happenstance, a full time artist. I specialize in colored pencil portraits and digital art. Thank you for following me on this weird odyssey and supporting my new work. I can't wait to see what happens next.