Dutifully studied art at the New England School of Art and The Museum of Fine Arts Boston art school, etc., etc., etc. I painted nice stuff. Toyed with Semi-abstract seascapes for my Boston audience.
While nursing my third child, I chanced to take an evening class near Newbury Park, Calif. The transition morphed. With the background music of Man of La Mancha’s “Dulcinea,” I fell into the world of abstraction. There is no need to see life in real-time anymore.
Enter the world of clay. I then turned my abstract sketches into clay. This sculpture was my first – – “Women Under Siege” Their minds, their hearts, and their children.
To be a true artist, you must experience real devastation to truly feel life as it can be. During a desperate time of depression, I could not lift my head and shoulders. Hence…
My wonderful, creative French-Canadian mother Ida Marie Theresa Thibodeaux Moloney Hingston gave me my Dad’s manual cameras – Exacta and Nikon’s classic FM2 . When moving to California, my photographer daughter Bobbi Dugas taught me the ‘art’ of photographing life as I chose it to be. Of course, I then had to photograph “in the abstract” as well.
My choice of subject – “Classic & Muscle Cars” that easily lend themselves to abstractions of their glorious past.