Lost in the woods again It is necessary to feel lost time away from painting I invite myself back 15×16 oil
stepping off facebook diving inward what matters the most to me now? brother walking the AT my sons my partner my friends family this feeling extends to all i am experiencing in life we are a global entity we want peace we walk for it we move for it we sit for … More walking the trail
a quieter expression in oil 36×36 there is so much noise in my head it creates a pressure in my body i go to nature for the depth of pause that returns me to a quieter expression necessary every day grounding in the power of silence
a young tulip poplar wood surrounded me with their white signals the experienced impressed me so full of joy we were
i don’t have many words these days, better not to try to explain what anything might be. but the new paintings feel quiet, and playful, and a nice place to be near.
a work in process, a work in progress “I’m alive,” they are saying “I’m alive!” that’s how i have been feeling my process paintings, so supportive of just letting myself live in touch with what i feel the color supports a flow that is natural the brushes support a flow that is natural and … More a picture is worth a thousand words
today i can write what i wrote in June. it is sinking in, i am letting it sink it, giving it plenty of room to lead me into what wants to take form. letting go, letting be. painting. gardening. writing. loving. being a friend. adoring a loved one. being one, too.
meeting this unknown force of creativity continues. how i regain trust in this mystery is in the doing, of setting up and being inspired, in the wanting to paint, in the watching it take form through my hands and eye, how they work together from a place that trembles inside of me. in noticing that there … More the conversation continues
A yellow painting returned me to my love for painting. It brought me to a tipping point – a point that I am now experiencing as an expansion and celebration of myself as a painter, as a very human being, and as a woman, in touch with her life. Like the cresting of a wave, … More the tipping point
I just spilled over the edge of who I held myself to be, again. Now, it doesn’t matter what I think. again. I stopped ignoring what I didn’t like to do and realized I had changed, again. I was googling me from the inside. The knife wanted to cut. I let it feel like cutting. But … More the fire within has a language of its own