When I was six years old, my family moved to Switzerland.

We lived in Geneva and I could see Mt. Blanc from my bedroom window. We spent our holidays in Zermatt. Unfortunately, we were transferred back to the States a year and a half later, something I have always regretted.

It wasn't until I was in my sixties that I realized I have spent my entire life scanning the horizon and if there was a mountain in the distance my soul would lift. Now in my seventh decade, I am happy to spend my time painting the mountains I love.