When the End is Only the Beginning…

Generations; 2021; 17" x 21"; mixed media: watercolor, acrylic, graphite. Time and space bind our lives; we glimpse but a sliver of eternity. We begin, we live, we leave. Playing our part in an epic adventure, our perceptions are limited to our minute senses. But there is One who holds it all together: By Whom,…Read more When the End is Only the Beginning…

JOY: we all need this!

My greatest hope in creating is to bring joy and inspiration, so I'm delighted to be included in this online exhibit, "JOY (I needed this)" with the Edward A Dixon Gallery of Dayton, OH. The original painting "Becoming (2)" is available in my Etsy shop: Fragments of Light, Becoming (2). And fine art prints of…Read more JOY: we all need this!

When A Thistle Matters

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

Becoming – Mentors for the Creative Journey

Some of the most influential mentors in my own "becoming" are people I've never met...

The Artist as Sower

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

“Fear’s Antidote”

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”

After All, Life

After All, Life; 2021; 11.5" x 9"; 2021; watercolor, acrylic, ink, chalk, graphite Spring Winter shroud slips - Still, silent earth awakes, stretches out a muddy hand to a warm breeze, stands on trembling legs. In blinking surprise, Tilts its face to rising sun. After all - Life.