slow painting
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Lay Thee Down Now and Rest
oh where oh where can she be? with neither notice nor intentthe poet in hernods off periodicallyfor naps,some of them of some depth and length,not unlike the way she nods offwhen she reads before bed—snoozing, drifting away,the conscious mind unavailable,returning for no more than a flashof plot beforeevaporatingyet againinto slumber,having snagged only a few words,… 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 creative practice.
I post my paintings and their stories. The good, the bad, the ugly.
In 2025 I begin writing poetry and include a poem and painting in each post.
My compass points: shake hands with fear, be playful, get messy, trust my gut.
