About Julia

My childhood, from about the age of nine, was spent on the wide plains of eastern Colorado in a small farming and ranching community. Each year was peppered with extended pilgrimages to my mother’s homeland, the Dominican Republic, and sojourns to my father’s central Texas roots.

My parents were what people used to call “gentlemen farmers”. Forty acres held a large organic garden, a barn with a few horses, cows, and chickens (who generously shared with us their milk and eggs), a couple of dogs, and a pint-sized, hard-bitten old farmhouse that looked like an afterthought ~ dropped from the sky onto forty acres of wild prairie. And of course, my pig, Sweet Agnes, shown here.

Throughout my youth, because there was an abundance of time and an absence of diversion, almost all of my free time was dedicated to artistic endeavors, thanks to my ever resourceful and wonderfully creative parents.

Within this landscape I learned to appreciate the natural world, to see it as a canvas for psychological introspection and artistic reflection and expression. It is where I would initiate the creative conversation between what goes on in the head and what is created by the hand that continues to surprise, enrich, and sustain me today.