Although I have loved art from an early age, it never occurred to me that I could be an artist myself. Instead I went to graduate school, earning a doctorate in English literature, and then joined the editorial staff of the Encyclopaedia Britannica. It took the arrival of the new century to open up new directions. I discovered almost by chance that I could indeed become a painter. In order to introduce some variety in my daily schedule, I enrolled in a landscape class at the Evanston Art Center, and was immediately riveted. This was it. The sensuousness of the paint and the soft wind around me filled me with an immense joy and a certainty of having arrived at my destination. Since then I have studied in many of the venues available for painters in the Chicago area, above all at the Evanston Art Center. In addition I went outside, setting up my easel in the wild patches along the Lagoon, learning from nature. Years later, I am still a landscape painter, but I now work in my studio. For a new project I begin with a photo taken on a trip, often showing a Mediterranean shoreline or gentle hills. But the image is just the beginning. Soon my imagination takes over and asserts itself over the realistic detail and leads me forward. Each painting becomes a voyage filled with surprises.