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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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...