35 years ago I was in art school learning how to paint, weld, throw clay, felt and weave. I have always been fascinated with tactile arts – collecting things, touching and playing with objects. 

My first apartment was one room – no studio space to make big things.  I picked up beading from a visit to a friend in Michigan. I fell in love.  Beads were tactile, colorful, cheap and small! The practice of working with beads proved to be deeply spiritual and relaxing, connecting me to cultures and traditions around the world.  


as I approached my 40th birthday, after losing my mother and my marriage, I had been named and defined by the men in my life - changing my name as they came and went. So I decided to take on my own name...and Danger seemed to be a fitting moniker for an artist and single mother.