His mother, father, grandparents, and siblings used to travel to Europe in the Wild West shows. That is a drop in the bucket of some of my history albeit ancient. In the early 70’s he moved back to Kahnawake. Two years later, I followed. Although I had moved back to NYC in the early 80’s, after my grandfather passed, I came back to keep the homestead from falling in on itself. I now reside in the home of my ancestors. 

Skills? I am a doodler who always loved to dabble with art. I got my first easel when I was around 5 years old and I got toe shoes when I was around 10. Thankfully, I did not try to be a ballerina. Honestly, i was taught grammar school art of which I remember finger painting and making a heart out of sawdust, glue, and glitter. While in college, I took one art class and that is it.

I can’t say directly that my art represents my Indigenous heritage. If anything, it represents me in my skin as an Indigenous woman.

Before I end this short bio, my grandmother was amazing with creating quilts, clothes, doilies, sweaters, and blankets. She danced a mighty fine jig and she  cooked the most amazing meals. My mom was a child who had a child so I was raised by my grandparents until my grandmother died. Some of my more current art is a result of the pain I felt at the loss of my mother. I find that emotion drives creation in one form or another. My sister just passed on July 25, 2020 and on that day I had created a painting called When Worlds Collide. I destroyed that painting and created something much better in its wake. That is all for now.