When you look closely at the sculpture spread throughout the grounds it’s mostly, in reality, a further celebration of the natural world. Stone urns filled with fruits and flowers, seashell shaped fountains offer spring waters to passersby and great archways emphasize the magnificence of the growing up their facades. All offerings to Mother Nature.
Read MoreThe quieter times are when the real substance forms. Where the soul develops. Without such periods what I create might be beautiful, but vapid. Simply one more thing to consume and forget. That is not what I want for my work or my life.
Read MoreOur tree is aglow, different sizes of white light bulbs creating an enchanting twinkling effect. A familiar feeling of excited anticipation is bubbling inside like the fizziest of champagnes.
Read MoreI never tire of dipping my toes into the wild. It took every fiber of my being to keep from pulling off and wandering into the gauzy scene surrounding me.
Read MoreI saw the forest around me transform into one of my paintings. The woods hung with gauzy curtains and trees disappeared into the fog. Moisture dripped from the changing leaves onto the waiting earth below.
Read MoreI think seeing beauty and knowing that it comes from human hands is reassuring during times when humans are also causing so much ugliness. Perhaps art helps restore some faith in humanity.
Read MoreI’ve turned some of my creative attention toward the sea, drawing its jewels. Taking the time, hunched over my desk with readers on my face, to capture the exquisite details of seashells in fine ink linework.
Read MoreI find myself coming and going from the studio all day making small notes, looking at work I completed earlier, and just sitting in the space, a pencil in hand, ready to make marks that eventually manifest in the forms of flowers I’ve snipped from the garden or forms of familiar animals.
Read MoreI sat upon one of the large rocks at the overlook for some time looking out over the expanse to the south. The air was surely the coolest I’ll feel until October and I would have let it lick my skin raw if I could have.
Read MoreBathing in nature is a bit like bathing in time. Encompassing many memories where a familiar mysterious feeling lingers.
Read MoreAs a child, I moved often and traveled just as much, so my understanding of “The Woods” is diverse to say the least. Whether East or West, North or South, they all call to me their own ways. The darkness at the edge is at once foreboding and seductive.
Read MoreThe Hickory trees were still bare and I could see the stars among the lacework of their nude branches. I inhaled the sweetness of it all. A quiet moment with our newest family member as my husband and other pups slumbered cozy in the house.
Read MoreDropping off work to the gallery was only the start of my over 2000-mile journey that ended up including outrunning a snowstorm, snuggling with my nephew, and doing some deep thinking/ planning with some of my favorite creative businesswomen. While trips like these are inevitably exhausting, they are also unbelievably invigorating.
Read MoreCrackling fireplaces echoing laughter. The sharp clink of crystal glasses. The strong whoosh of north wind through the pines. The strike of a match and the sizzle as a wick catches light. These are the rituals of winter in our household.
Read MoreAll around this place are not just precious memories but collections of folk art, ceramics, enamelware, and copper my Mother-In-Law has amassed over the years. I often find fresh inspiration looking at the handmade rugs that look like something out of a Grimm’s fairytale covered in goats, bears, bees, acorns, and oak leaves.
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Read MoreAutumn is my favorite season. There’s nothing I love more than the turn of the weather. The flash of brilliance before the bones of the Earth become exposed. It’s the grand finale of the growing year.
Read MoreDespite all the changes, the threads that make this land and house home remain. They weave into a fabric that comforts as it drapes over our shoulders at any homecoming and whispers “I am here, always.”
Read More... I’m drinking in the last bits of Summer energy, enjoying the still-long days and the perfume of an occasional Gardenia bloom. I’m trying to anchor myself in the now, even if what is on the horizon is my favorite time of the year.
Read MoreThis month whizzed by with yet another long road trip to visit with family, days on days of rain (thank God), and vet appointments for our Luna. In between all of these events I’ve managed to work on some paintings both large and Petit.
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