I believe I was born dreaming. There hasn’t been a time I did not believe I was Artist. My experience of the world is beautiful to me; captivating. Every color, every sound and every smell was and is emotionally felt and for every emotion...
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It is easy when we are tired or busy or both. It is easy when we feel a lacking or a restlessness. It is easy when we are planning for tomorrow. It is easy when we are not 100% present and aware for the...
It’s been awhile. Since I painted and didn’t feel frustrated or bored. I needed a break and I took one to think, process, give myself some loving kindness because that is the only place true and good creation can come from. And I was...
All of life on the canvas is a walk of grace versus boundaries. There are many questions to ask as you maneuver through your work; and I consider all my work…relationships, work, conversations with my self, and of course my art. Can I forgive...
He is constantly making all things new within and without. I see His wonder working power breathing everything into life and I celebrate. Creating comes from our emotional state always no matter how little or how much thought you put into it, it IS...
I’ve sat so many hours beside so many humans all vibrating to the same frequency of our Creator. Without us knowing we were not only tied together through suffering and compassion, the very cycle of humanity, but were literally moving and breathing at the...
I decide to work within limits that will allow me to be kind to myself, giving grace where needed and avoiding a voice that pushes beyond this place that honors me because I’d not only like to work from a place of peace but...
When the leaves of Summer’s fullness and warmth, chatter and connection have fallen away, we are left with our bare Winter souls. Exposed, our core stands tall amidst the Winter winds that whip knowing as we look down at the decay of days and...
I create because I am incomplete if I don’t. It allows me to discover the voice of my heart when the busyness of life dulls it. It gives me a place of delight that is simply my own and oh how I know this...
Walking through our days we spend many moments looking inward as we think our many intrusive and compulsive thoughts or we look downward as we mindlessly follow the direction to complete the task at hand because we have to be task oriented. But rarely...
Our lives, just like our canvases are a compilation, a collection of the strokes laid down from every moment since it’s inception. We move. We think. We express. We make mistakes. We grow. We learn and we love. I find more and more that...
I can’t seem to separate them anymore. The more I practice each the more they become my mixed language; my Spanglish but I will call it “Penbrush.” It does seem with the frequent use of a language, a mode of expression, you become better...
We are challenged as artist to maintain and nourish our creative health in a world where we have constant input and stimulation pulling our attention and mental energy in scattered directions. During all of these moments our creative minds are constantly assembling and reassembling the...
Art for me has been an enormously therapeutic journey as it has allowed my broken parts to come together and discover what whole not only looks like but more importantly feels like. There have been many other catalyst for healing in my life but...
The earth in its entirety trembled. I felt it first as my feet padded the ground, walking amidst the winter tress full of their bare, beautiful lines. It is energy spread traveling until it met my spirit interrupting my mind. I recognized...
With Winter skies coming and the spindly arms of trees exposed, we find ourselves coming into ourselves and into our studios more often, hibernating with our thoughts. These cold days bring with them an invitation to say yes to long evenings of creating for...
In a season where thankfulness is at the heart of why we come together with those we love over foods we also love I encourage you to fill your thoughts and thus your heart with as much gratitude as you can muster. It is our...
Within, without incoming, outgoing receiving, giving absorbing, reflecting We are constantly defining our “sacred space” from which all our creativity pours out. It is a place to be protected through intention, nourished with purpose and compassion as well as showered in the grace needed...
I stood in the middle of a swaying field, feeling the same breeze against my cheek that stirred the entire world around me. Everything within my view was at peace and slowly with each second passing my body, my muscles and lastly, of course,...
Brushwork, line, composition and even representational matter constitute metaphors for my “truth.” That is to say the Artist’s Truth is their encounter with the world in which we give form to the psychological factors, intellect, society/culture and events we experience. These things make their way...
I find in the wandering my solace, peace and deepest felt understanding of the freedom and beauty I am made to walk in. It is in these aimless and breathing meanderings that my Savior walks closest to my inner being. At least this is...
Where the imagination is free…solitude in it’s sweetest, conversations with those we are loved by, experiences that mark chapters in our lives? Where exactly is your imagination it’s most free? That is your challenge today. Figure it out and find what about it at...
Through the week, the day and even the hour can feel a drudgery sometimes. That’s the nature of life. It has it’s cycles; it’s ebbs and flows. It is in the knowing this very fact, that things will change, we have hope. The tide...
It takes courage to stretch. But in that stretching is your beauty. And your beauty is your language. That language is your art. So in short: figure out where you are protecting a vulnerable spot in your soul and open it to the world….thoughtfully....
The Poetics of Space; a good book to read and a good way to think of the space you think and create in. The smell. The lighting. The windows. The time of day. What I’m drinking. The music. The background noise. The clutter. The...
For most of the last two decades I longed for a life that was right-sized for my strengths, my dreams and my limitations. I couldn’t see it in whole but the parts whirled around me. I always had an idea of the ingredients but...
There are the times you find yourself in a heightened state of creativity and productiveness. These are magic, enlightened, compulsive, even manic sometimes but what fruit and growth they produce. In these phases you discover more and despite what form this “more” takes, it is...
C_ART_tographer is the title I am beginning to associate myself with. As an abstract expressionist what happens on the canvas is already a raw and unprocessed outpouring. In fact, it is the very process of creating that has become the map to my days....
Being in a season of low hanging fruit can only mean one thing; you are at the harvest time of your own commitment and hard work. And that, my friends, means dance! Dance in joy and savor. Stop and take it in. Write it...
“Everything gets its start in necessity and must finish in liberty!” This quote by Maurice Zundel struck a beautiful chord within me. I see the image in this post as I drive into work, way away and on the back roads of the very...
Surrounded by circumstances this week that stretched me beyond my capacities, I found myself not fully seeing; not really looking at anything as I was wrapped in busy thought. Wrapped is the correct description of how I felt. My tight, worried thoughts made a tight,...
I feel like Christopher Columbus when I daydream about those deckle edges I am bound to explore. I know, just like him, that this world under my paintbrush is neither stationary nor flat. It is alive and brewing with new discoveries under skies and earth...
I step into my studio this morning and sigh. It is a sigh of relief; a burden lifted. I feel each care shed away as if I am a baby bird molting; sheding my old feathers to replace them with ones that can fly....
This week my thoughts ruminated on the space outside of home. Home being our first inhabited world, we establish natural, organic patterns that become written into our very being. Every space we occupy thereafter are echoes of this first space and those first patterns...
Walking today under canopies of gold and wind-stirred leaves, my eyes followed lines. Lines from the silhouettes of tress, the fall of a leaves hitting my face, the stir of limbs above all entered my eyes and then my mind as I muddled over...