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
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Wandering
Psalm 56:8 (New American Standard Bible, NASB) You have taken account of my wanderings; Put my tears in Your bottle. Are they not in Your book?
Out of Flames… Wings
As I began to paint again, irresistibly drawn by "the stronger pull," an old theme re-surfaces. The idea that out of the fiercest flames of our lives, we are granted wings to fly high - and carry others with us. The Wings are Mine Dense winged creature clawing my chest - cawing over charred dreams,…Read more Out of Flames… Wings
The Fire of Creating
For me, art is dialogue. A message sent out into the world, quivering in the space between two people. A word spoken, waiting for response. A spark extinguished if not received. After too many messages crumpled in the receivers’ hands, I stopped communicating—for me, it was a series of entering art exhibits and experiencing a…Read more The Fire of Creating
Vietnam, fires, and Christmas…
Vietnam, fires, and Christmas.... my excuses for disappearing from the blogging world since late October! (Lots more dramatic than saying my dog ate my rough drafts... although that could happen.) Vietnam: Still can't believe I got to do this - absolutely amazing trip to Vietnam with a Hope's Promise Connection Team in early November. We witnessed the…Read more Vietnam, fires, and Christmas…
