my story

My first inclination that I might want to be an artist came at the age of 5, when my abilities first earned me praise. It was my favorite subject all through school. At the age of 15 I got my first sketchbook, where I played out my fantasies and frustrations while alone in my bedroom.

I wanted to persue a career in the arts and started by acquiring a BFA. During my studies (1991-1995), sketches, drawings, paintings and linoleum cuts were done with a fast and furious hunger to create.

After graduation, my work started to feel without purpose. My practice dwindled but I couldn’t help but doodle and do a painting now and again. I was often stopped by asking myself, “is this idea worthwhile?”. This question of worth tainted my free expression and playful approach. Practicality, fear and disconnection from myself were all obstacles of varying scale.

Art was never fully absent, as since 1996 I’ve worked as a self-employed graphic designer. I’ve also remodeled a house, given myself over to multiple Burning Man related creations, grown gardens and hosted events. My creative energy has leaked its way into most every endeavor. However, there has always been a big space in my heart that can only be filled by making fine artwork.

I’ve recently become recommitted to being a student of art, picking up where I left off, with the wisdom of my full-blown adult self. Through self-guided study, practice and willingness to act outside of my comfort zone, Art has given me a new sense of life’s meaning.

As I practice patience and gain momentum in manifesting my dreams, I’m sharing works that never made it past a turned page, a critique day, a drying rack or a print proof. I hope that you enjoy this site. It’s real, it’s raw, it’s me.

Denise Dambrackas

Nothing tells the story like

a Lifetime of Sketchbooks