The urge to be somewhere pretty is strong. It’s the getting there I’m not always up for. Luckily for me, home is pretty, too. The day is...

As the weather cools, gets cold, Winters, so do I. Winter, I mean. I Winter. Spend quality time with myself. Slow down. Reset for the the...

Sac State is stripped of leaves, damp, quiet, and emptied of people for Winter Break now, but I started writing this piece back in...

I wrote this piece at the end of last year/beginning of this year, but the time to post it wasn’t right because it was after the...

Pens, many pens, pads of paper, spiral bound, legal pads, journals, more pens, the spoils of a writer. The excitement of finding the...

Teaching art is a fascinating journey. The more teaching I do, the more I learn how to break down the skills and techniques of creating...

“Wabi Sabi brings you back to the essence of what it means to be human, and to your relationship with natural processes, and the journey...

The urge to sketch and paint a delightful butter yellow flower bouquet offered to me by a dear friend overcomes, and finally pencil, ink...

“I think that nothing awakens us to the reality of life so much as a true love.” ~Vincent Van Gogh I’ve written about love before, and...

Over the years of teaching fine art technique to artists of all ages, I’ve learned that art concepts and teachings can be categorized...

Looking out the window of my cozy little bungalow, I watch fallen leaves dressed in winter golds and browns stir up in a circle of...

The following was written over the month of October 2023. Because of the emotional nature of the process of letting go of, and moving out...

I’ve written in a journal since I could hold a pen. As a young girl, I had the types of journals with locks on them. I wrote poetry, and...

“Lovers don't finally meet somewhere. They're in each other all along.” ~Rumi Love. One syllable. A simple word with the most complex,...

Most artists I know create more than one form of art. Artists paint, make music, dance, sew, write, sing, sculpt, and do so much more to...

As I sit in the part sun, part shade of the patio, behind the old garage, behind the house I live in, looking out at the backyard garden...

“Within you, there is a stillness and a sanctuary to which you can retreat at anytime and be yourself.” ~Herman Hesse To me, sanctuary is...

“The solitude that I find in my studio is one of plenitude. I am enough for myself. I live fully there.” ~ Artist, Joan Mitchell I had...

After seeing Alfred Hitchcock’s film, “The Birds”, filmed in the small coastal town of Bodega, and on the coast in Bodega Bay,...

Mustard yellows, hues of brown, red rusts, and every variation of orange, all of the colors of Autumn. I love it all. Pumpkin and...