The big city hustle. Lights, sounds, smells. The energy. You might see chaos. I see rhythms.
Nature in all her glorious colors and forms.
These are the things that bring me to my studio space. The duality of nature and the city. The push and pull of chaos and control. Capturing moments in time, taking me back to a feeling, a sound, a smell.
Color is my language.
My students brought me here.
I found my first art teaching job at a special needs school in New York City. My students had emotional, mental or physical needs that could not be met in the mainstream school system.
It was a tough first year, but when my students made connections through the arts, I knew this is where I had to be. The arts became our language.
For the next decade I worked to develop my students’ talents and skills. Showing them they could do things others told them they could not. My students competed at the highest levels and their art was displayed at the Museum of Modern Art in NYC (MoMA).
Art became their language. A vehicle for expressing themselves when often the traditional avenues weren’t available to them.
It took seeing my students’ achievements to truly forge my own path. I, like them, needed to continue to create my own work. To find and create my own language.
Their courage led me to take the important leap from teacher to artist.
Monica is a native New Yorker, most recently finding her way to the Midwest (specifically Des Moines, Iowa). She is a practicing artist and creating connections throughout the city with her sidekick dog, Marilyn. Drop a line anytime to say hello or visit her on Instagram!