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...
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...
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,...
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...
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...