I believe I was born dreaming. There hasn’t been a time I did not believe I was Artist. My...
It is easy when we are tired or busy or both. It is easy when we feel a lacking...
It’s been awhile. Since I painted and didn’t feel frustrated or bored. I needed a break and I took...
All of life on the canvas is a walk of grace versus boundaries. There are many questions to ask...
He is constantly making all things new within and without. I see His wonder working power breathing everything into...
I’ve sat so many hours beside so many humans all vibrating to the same frequency of our Creator. Without...
I’ve sat so many hours beside so many humans all vibrating to the same frequency of our Creator. Without...
I decide to work within limits that will allow me to be kind to myself, giving grace where needed...
I decide to work within limits that will allow me to be kind to myself, giving grace where needed...
When the leaves of Summer’s fullness and warmth, chatter and connection have fallen away, we are left with our...
When the leaves of Summer’s fullness and warmth, chatter and connection have fallen away, we are left with our...
I create because I am incomplete if I don’t. It allows me to discover the voice of my heart...
Walking through our days we spend many moments looking inward as we think our many intrusive and compulsive thoughts...
I create because I am incomplete if I don’t. It allows me to discover the voice of my heart...
Our lives, just like our canvases are a compilation, a collection of the strokes laid down from every moment...
I can’t seem to separate them anymore. The more I practice each the more they become my mixed language;...
We are challenged as artist to maintain and nourish our creative health in a world where we have constant input...
Art for me has been an enormously therapeutic journey as it has allowed my broken parts to come together...
We are challenged as artist to maintain and nourish our creative health in a world where we have constant input...
Art for me has been an enormously therapeutic journey as it has allowed my broken parts to come together...
I can’t seem to separate them anymore. The more I practice each the more they become my mixed language;...
Our lives, just like our canvases are a compilation, a collection of the strokes laid down from every moment...
Walking through our days we spend many moments looking inward as we think our many intrusive and compulsive thoughts...
The earth in its entirety trembled. I felt it first as my feet padded the ground, walking amidst the...
With Winter skies coming and the spindly arms of trees exposed, we find ourselves coming into ourselves and into...
In a season where thankfulness is at the heart of why we come together with those we love over foods...
Within, without incoming, outgoing receiving, giving absorbing, reflecting We are constantly defining our “sacred space” from which all our...
I stood in the middle of a swaying field, feeling the same breeze against my cheek that stirred the...
Brushwork, line, composition and even representational matter constitute metaphors for my “truth.” That is to say the Artist’s Truth...
I find in the wandering my solace, peace and deepest felt understanding of the freedom and beauty I am...
Where the imagination is free…solitude in it’s sweetest, conversations with those we are loved by, experiences that mark chapters...
Through the week, the day and even the hour can feel a drudgery sometimes. That’s the nature of life....
It takes courage to stretch. But in that stretching is your beauty. And your beauty is your language. That...
The Poetics of Space; a good book to read and a good way to think of the space you...
For most of the last two decades I longed for a life that was right-sized for my strengths, my...
There are the times you find yourself in a heightened state of creativity and productiveness. These are magic, enlightened,...
C_ART_tographer is the title I am beginning to associate myself with. As an abstract expressionist what happens on the...
Being in a season of low hanging fruit can only mean one thing; you are at the harvest time...
“Everything gets its start in necessity and must finish in liberty!” This quote by Maurice Zundel struck a beautiful...
Surrounded by circumstances this week that stretched me beyond my capacities, I found myself not fully seeing; not really...
I feel like Christopher Columbus when I daydream about those deckle edges I am bound to explore. I know, just...
I step into my studio this morning and sigh. It is a sigh of relief; a burden lifted. I...
This week my thoughts ruminated on the space outside of home. Home being our first inhabited world, we establish...
Walking today under canopies of gold and wind-stirred leaves, my eyes followed lines. Lines from the silhouettes of...