I have loved flowers all my life. As a child the high desert wildflowers taught me to look and notice, however fleeting or subtle the seasonal gift might be. I remember the first glimpse each summer of the slender stemmed and elusive Mariposa lily, rising pale purple from the sandy soil. And just once, a white one, my step mom found the morning she and my dad were married.
In the lush green of the Willamette Valley I fell further under the floral spell. My grandmother Jane K. Platt filled my young heart with a love of gardens, plants and flowers. She would generously send me out into her amazing garden with a basket and clippers, telling me I could pick anywhere. Then, as we selected flower-frogs and filled vases, she would tell me the names and the stories of all these beautiful flowers. Her garden was a fairy land to me as a child and it continues to inspire me and influence my work today. I have also had the very good fortune to study with Max Gill, Nicolette Camille, Erin Benzakein and Amy Merrick.