I can’t speak to another’s artistic process. Even my own is difficult to put into words, an elusive, other worldly energy fueled by whispers on the wind that echo inside my mind and manifest in a physical reality. A puzzling delight. I look for answers in the woods as the world is waking up. In the cool breezes of the early hours where deep wisdom is offered up from swaying tree branches while birds sing […]
My limbs were virtually immobile, arms and legs sticking straight out. I was bound in a stiff, puffy suit cartwheeling through the vastness of space and unable to stop, slow down or course correct. The chilling unearthly silence of an infinite void surrounded me, a black empty sea. My only points of reference, the twinkling white lights going in and out of my vision. I tumbled around and around to what would eventually, surely be […]
It’s April and it would appear that mother nature is having a meltdown. Where I live in the high desert of the Inland Northwest you can wake up to t-shirt weather: clear, sunny warm skies. Then, without much notice that clear sky becomes overcast bringing rain, sometimes fog and hail. For extra fun big fat flakes of snow could fall. All in one day. Choosing outdoor apparel can be challenging, but never boring. Each year, […]
My journey into the world of painting began in college while looking for an elective to fill my schedule. My roommate encouraged me to take the same painting class in which she was enrolled. As luck would have it the class fit my schedule perfectly. I have always loved to do creative things so why not paint. At that time my college career looked like a crazy quilt composed of every art and design class […]
Over morning coffee my husband Dan and I were having a conversation about art. He asked if he could use some photos of my artwork to enhance his blog, ‘Thoughts.’ Having easy access to images of my paintings from years when I worked as an abstract artist I said, “Of course.” ‘Worked’ is a bit of a stretch. It would be more accurate to say I went delightedly to the canvas when the muse moved […]
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