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A Summer Morning
This morning, something falls away when I pick up yesterday’s stalled work in progress, reach for a chunky Stabilo Woody pencil, and begin scribbling. I re-inhabit an orientation to the world I remember from early childhood, maybe four years old, mostly wordless and highly sensory—the feel of air on my skin, the hum of the Continue reading
My Story
In 2014, I grab an unexpected opportunity to paint.
To make art.
I get hooked.
In 2015 I start a blog—a diary of my life as an artist.
I post my paintings and their stories. The good, the bad, the ugly.
My compass points: bust through fear, be playful, get messy, trust my gut.
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