When she was young, she lived on an old estate that
had become something of a big, funky artists' colony: painters, sculptors,
welders, dancers, writers, and musicians all had little studios around the
estate. Tracy was also within "hollering distance" of not one, but two riding
stables. It was Heaven. She continued to take art in school, and one of
her later influences was her very patient art professor from University
of Oregon. Although she's sure he despaired of her at the time, many of
his words come back to (haunt) her as she works.