When I was a little girl, my Dad and I colored a lot. I had several coloring books: Tom and Jerry or The Flintstones. He and I would spend time tracing the outside lines dark and hard. Then we'd shade the shapes very smooth, easy and light. I think those were some of the best times of my childhood. Those moments were almost as good as going to Sunday school and church. Sometimes I colored alone. I still remember pressing hard on those lines— (hindsight: me, pressing hard, so afraid of the violence and addictions, being left alone; coloring the shapes softly for the other times when home was filled with 'making up and kisses).
My desire to make art came out of those moments, and what still inspires me to make art is that constant and nagging desire to be naked, uninhibited and honest.