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Bangkok, Thailand; Heidelberg,
Germany; Ankara, Turkey-these were my homes
before my family settled in California. Plagued
by familial wanderlust, my wandering continues.
Eight years ago a major life change sent me careening
from a handsomely paid high technology career. The
pull to live creatively was so strong it overcame
my most horrifying premonitions about doing so.
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In my first act of independence, I pulled up
roots, "Shriek!!", and drove a lumbering van conversion
around the beautiful U.S. of America. On the way, visiting
British sportsmen taught me how to shoot my first clay
pigeon and concoct a dynamite gin and tonic. Later,
I stumbled on the set of a Robert Altman movie in Mississippi's
baking backwaters. In Maine, new found Italian and Bulgarian
friends and I cycled to Lake Chickawakee for early morning
swims surrounded by meadows of vibrant violet lupin
and delicate Queen Anne's Lace.
Returning to California, "Hurrah!", I settled
in Sonoma County's unusually blessed wine country to
set up my painting, sculpting and writing studio. I
live here with Jack, a blue eyed border collie, on a
creek bursting with bumbling possum and grumbling raccoon.
Never formally schooled in art I dove into local fine
art courses and continue to practice practice practice
on my own. My art provides me sustenance and a place
of innocence, wonder and gentle understanding.
Anne Hilow (like "pillow")
For more information, please visit www.annehilow.com
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