Raised in a convent: Wanted to paint, but only religious work encouraged.
Back home in Brooklyn: Wanted to paint, but no access to paints, so drew all my friends profiles into a “Composition” book, sitting on the stoop. (Was surprised and pleased at my power getting them to sit for me!)
Moved to Greenwich Village: Wanted to paint, but opened a restaurant. Painted in the wee hours, after closing shop & getting home from the Fulton St. Fish Market!
Moved to the Hamptons: Wanted to paint, but needed a home, so started selling them. Painted at night.
Moved to Shelter Island: Now I paint. Some days/ some nights. Often go for hours w/o a drink of water, and loving it!