Susan’s formative years seems to have been just that. In her four years at an all-girls high school she was afforded the opportunity to rigorously explore her love of painting along with receiving her academic diploma at this highly competitive institution. The Philadelphia College of Art followed… and then California beckoned her to the north where her art fell by the wayside. It was the late 60’s, she was barefoot, flowers in her hair and with all the rest of it.

 

When Susan arrived in L.A. in ‘74, her father simply said, ‘Get a job!’ She soon found herself working in films, managing the unimaginable, traveling to exotic locations and deep inside her left brain. While she wasn’t totally conscious of what she was saying when she’d say to herself, “When I retire I’ll paint again” - then it happened in 2018, her passion rekindled fifty years later – like a race-horse, she sprinted towards what had been lost.

 

Susan will be the first to acknowledge that while she was rusty at first, she also discovered much about herself, most importantly the understanding that her previous mental and emotional issues seemed to melt away as she unleashed what had been obviously trapped inside of her for all those years.

 

Now she understands that this is not an uncommon story amongst other artists who found their passion later in life… that the practice of making art is a life-force. Susan feels enormous gratitude having found that missing part of herself and as she says with glee, “I’ve never been happier!”

 

For nearly 75 years, Susan has lived a lot of life. Ask her, she’ll tell you!