It's not that I'm ignoring the pain and chaos. No, I am not forgetting, but transcending....
Lavender probes a rim of midnight blue, the tender touch of land and sky as daylight yields to night. I am ragged, like the thistle’s fringe, so insignificant in this vastness, yet reaching for the sinking sun. And the hem of a robe sweeps low, setting the sky on fire. Setting me on fire. Like…Read more When A Thistle Matters
Winter Wander; 2021; 11.75" x 16"; mixed media: graphite, watercolor, acrylic, crayon.
Wandering in a Winter Forest; 2021; 7.5" x 13'; mixed media: ink, watercolor, gouache, oil pastel, graphite. Grasses arc ochre, under frozen sheen, sparkling like the laughter of my grandma, bowing at her feet. I see her there, at a picnic table, her wisdom words still embedded in black, trusting limbs, still reaching under the…Read more Timeless
Please visit the wonderful online publication, ShoutOut Colorado, featuring the people of my home state, Colorado! This interview was originally published in ShoutOut Colorado, December 22, 2020. Hi Colleen, how does your business help the community?We are not alone. I keep stumbling on this theme wherever I go in the world (and strangely, especially among…Read more ShoutOut Colorado Interview
I wonder if your heart is as weary as mine? I picture our hearts like silos. Collective stress induced by a global pandemic, natural disasters, and economic hardship fill the storage column. And then, over that basic elevated societal level, personal challenges sift. Layers, filling to the top, spilling over. In the past few monthsl,…Read more Peace For A Weary Heart
I was scared to go, and I didn’t have the faintest idea how to be a protester. As my patient husband can attest, I’ve certainly ranted and raved at home about issues. But the most radical political act I’ve committed up until this week was to vote. Except for maybe when I adopted a Black…Read more The Day I Became A Protester
Jesus come to the wedding: the deepest desire of my heart for my beloved son's wedding day. Even as Jesus came to the wedding at Cana and performed His first miracle, I longed for the Presence of God to turn our "water into wine." Our dear Kenyan friends officiated the ceremony, a sacred space overflowing…Read more The Wonder of A Son’s Wedding Day
As a kid, I was a bit of an anomaly. My grandfather created wood carvings, but, otherwise, I seemed to pop up out of nowhere - an artist born to an accountant and an engineer. An oddball, but never a misfit. My parents could not have been more supportive. My family moved to the countryside…Read more Days at the (Art) Museum