A Daughter’s Loss on June 30

6/30/20 June 30 is a tough day for me and has been ever since the sudden death of my mother when I was 24. This picture came to mind. It’s one I keep out and felt led to insert as part of this post. It’s a memory of us. She must have been about 24 […]

Art and Anger

11/8/19 Anger rests inside me without my awareness. Do you resonate? Over time, becoming skilled at “stuffing” it I suffered in silence. It’s destructive nature lived in my body manifesting in other forms of expression. Art wasn’t one of them, but the feelings were there, brewing. A poison all too familiar to my soul. Why? […]

Peanut Butter and Rice Cakes

5/24/17 Notes to Myself: When life gives you rice cakes… smother them with peanut butter? Is that what I’m doing? I’m not so sure I even like rice cakes but I’ve been eating them with peanut butter. Hmm… I love peanut butter.It reminds me of my childhood where peanut butter sandwiches were quite common. I […]

Mother’s Day and the Watercolor Paintings

5/14/17 Notes to Myself: Mother’s Day. I’m a mother with a daughter. And a daughter without a mother. At times I think I’ve felt like an empty cable car. It’s hard to remember what my mother looked like it’s been so long since her passing. I was 24. Last night I remembered some watercolor paintings […]

I Don’t Know

4/20/17 Notes to Myself: I don’t know. And sometimes that feels scary. Sometimes it feels like I don’t know where I’m going but I don’t think about that too long. When I’m creating that seems to disappear into the atmosphere and there’s a great peace within my soul. Maybe I can be a flower. I’m […]

A Sketch Book Life

3/30/17 Notes to Myself: Got my sketchbook out this week because I was given a free set of Charvin Water Soluable Pastel Sticks. I’m not a pastel artist but I thought I would give it whirl. It was fun and frustrating trying to navigate the colors, lines,textures etc. And then where does the water fit […]

Honesty…

3/14/17 Notes to Myself:I feel naked. When I step off that cliff of protection, armor and shield I am exposed. It’s scary, real and uncluttered. I liken this to standing on the platform posing, stripped of all clothing. It’s raw and beautiful. Wrapping my arms around myself. Timid to bare all. Afraid of what others […]

A Textured Life

2/10/2017Oh how textured my life has become. A rich beautiful weave of experience. Not unlike branches and leaves of a tree mingling all together. Colors dance in the background adding a layer of magic and depth. The leaves apex start to shift direction seeking more color,changing their course of growth. Slowly, the fabric that’s woven […]

Giving Thanks When it’s Difficult

11/24/16 Notes to Myself: Thanksgiving Day today. I am grateful for the many blessings in my life however mixed I may feel today. If I dig deep enough I see the light. Today, I mourn the passing of a treasured friend. A champion in spirit and a woman of great faith. Diagnosed with stage 4 […]

Unexpected Events

10/21/16 Notes to Myself: I’ve had this painting for a while, it’s been sitting in my studio with some others. Waiting for direction is how I might categorize them. Where my paintings end up is part of the experience of being an artist that I continue to find enlightening. This painting which I did about […]