I am a Boomer, conceived after my father returned from military duties in France at the end of WWII. The word Boomer curls my toes. Boom means a lot of things... for me it is a sound, of a specific boom brought about by a specific bomb, conceived in my own New Mexico neighborhood. I hope that particular boom will never be heard again.
I see that the recent WWI commemoration in France infected my bio. I veer to the positive. I am very excited to see my creativity bloom with all the members of this great new gallery. I find that creating does mute the disturbing noise and soften the aches and pains of body and soul: creativity conceives beauty in all its forms.