Sometime in January, my heart froze over. I just gave up, like when a blizzard hits and you cancel all your plans, resigned to curl up with your book and your cup of coffee. Like a glazed creek covered in white that refuses to move, I stopped even feeling the desire to paint. The perfect…Read more The Lies Artists Battle
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The Final Portal
Just a few days ago we visited a friend in hospice care. I recognized the signs: he stood on heaven's threshhold. Today he crossed over. Strange, the straddling of two worlds. The one leaving, caught betwixt and between, seeing one and then the other. While those who walk with them weep for the coming reality,…Read more The Final Portal
Creating a photo essay
This past summer I enjoyed the incredible privilege of taking an on-line class with photographer and blogger Otto von Münchow. My learning curve felt like a ride up a roller coaster hill: rapid, challenging, thrilling. I shot some of the workshop while in Kenya and then photographed images back in the US to add in, with…Read more Creating a photo essay
From Their Hands to Yours – a Pamba Toto photo essay
As an artist, I am passionate about other creative people, especially those buried in situations where they struggle to have a voice. My involvement with Pamba Toto beats at the core of my heart... For these women buried in Nairobi slums to realize how incredibly talented they are and how much their voice matters, as…Read more From Their Hands to Yours – a Pamba Toto photo essay
When the Darkness Comes to Your Town
Last week on Wednesday, my two high school kids and my middle-schooler were on lock-down due to a teenager who shot another youth between the two buildings. Then, my middle-schooler was again on lock-down two days later as a precautionary measure due to rumors that a classmate was planning a shooting at her school. These…Read more When the Darkness Comes to Your Town
Loss
I began this painting about a week after my grandma transitioned from this life to the next. Since then, we've been working together as a family to hold an estate sale and prepare her house for the market. But last week, I set aside the logistics for a few mornings to complete the painting, to…Read more Loss
Artist Process – All That’s Lost
I've been pondering an idea lately that what is “lost” does not actually cease to exist, but simply morphs into another form of equal (or perhaps greater) value. Of course this idea is not original, but is a basic principle of physics. Definition of conservation of energy (Merriam Webster) “a principle in physics: the total energy…Read more Artist Process – All That’s Lost
Fragments of Light Etsy Site Sale
Hi faithful friends! I appreciate my blog followers more than I can say. In addition to treasured friends and family I know personally, I've been blessed to become part of a wonderful community of people I've never actually met, but consider friends and mentors. In appreciation for you and in celebration of five years of…Read more Fragments of Light Etsy Site Sale
Open Adoption – a Photo Essay
Everleigh entered this world on August 14, 2016, welcomed by birth mother, Delaney; birth father, Kenny; and birth grandmother, Karen. On August 17, Everleigh went home in the arms of adoptive parents, Casey and Michael. Nine months later.... with special thanks to Hope's Promise (Adoption Agency) of Castle Rock, CO. (303) 660-0277.
Guest artist: Colleen Briggs – Sacred Centre Holds
I felt very honored to be asked by Sue Vincent, a fellow blogger in Yorkshire, to create a guest post. Sue Vincent is a prolific creator – a writer of gorgeous prose and a painter of transporting images. Like me, she is is an “explorer of the inner journey of the soul.” You can find her work at: http://www.scvincent.com.
Colleen Briggs very kindly agreed to be a guest here today. She is a superb artist and I love her work… but there is more to her gifts than those that fill a canvas with colour. Please visit her blog to read more about this remarkable woman and the stories she tells… You might like to start here.
There was a time when a single dandelion spoke courage and life to me. It was a time of letting go, a season of grief. The death of a close family member and concurrent loss of certain dreams cast a melancholy shadow over my heart. I leaned back in my yard swing and noticed a dandelion. Just at that very moment, a tiny parachute dislodged from the head. It barely hung by a filament, ready at any second to launch into the sky. I wondered at my presence at just that…
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