It's not that I'm ignoring the pain and chaos. No, I am not forgetting, but transcending....
If I create the seeds myself, hold them in my hand, they blow away in the wind like so much chaff. But if He creates the seeds, if He scatters them, that is an altogether different harvest... Both belong to Him. Seeds 1; 2021; 9" x11.75"; mixed media: watercolor, acrylic, ink, graphite, chalk, pastel. Seeds…Read more The Artist as Sower
A painting I titled Carried captured a particularly poignant moment in the journey of my soul, a moment that returned full circle last week when a pastor I've never met contacted me through my Facebook Art and Writing page. He asked for permission to share the painting with his congregation on Sunday. After I emailed…Read more “Fear’s Antidote”
Grieving With Those Who Grieve; 2021; 10" x 13"; mixed media: watercolor, acrylic, graphite, crayon. Today I grieve… For women widowed too soon and fatherless children, For victims of senseless violence and those who love them, For children wounded, battling lies embedded before conscious thought, For millions across the world who lack access to healthcare,…Read more Grieving With Those Who Grieve
Just Because You Can't See It, Doesn't Mean It's Not There; 2021; 12" x 20"; mixed media: watercolor, acrylic, water-soluble pastel, sidewalk chalk. Rising in a mighty crescendo of 14,000 feet above sea level, It was completely shrouded in blustery gray for days on end. "I promise, our own little fourteener is right there!" I…Read more Just Because You Can’t See It…
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
I'd always dreamed of writing a book, a story to give someone hope to take the next step. In 2012, I started writing a fiction manuscript with the humble, first-step challenge to myself: Can I even string enough words together to create a full length manuscript? In thirty minute/day writing sessions, the story accumulated, very…Read more Take the Next Step