I’ve been struggling. Pushing through the feeling of going through the motions of my life. Watching myself move through life at a short distance outside myself. It’s at times I feel this way, I make a conscious effort to return to the source. Return to the source of why I’ve made certain decisions, and why I’ve taken certain paths in my life. The source of what makes me, me, and what brought me to where I am in my life. Returning to my source, or sources, helps clear some of

The Fab 40’s are alight in holiday glow. A simple errand runs me into backed-up holiday- light traffic. All I want to do is get my dinner home, and rest, but I end up amongst crowds of revelers. It's ok, though, it makes me smile at the irony of it all. December came quick and is extra chilly-dark this year. My heart drifts home to be under a warm blanket, leaving the rest of my body and mind feeling disconnected from the day-to-day. Backyard Persimmons Nights are long and sh

I was born an Artist, a Painter. It’s the life I’ve lived. My creative road has been a circuitous one. More like a roller coaster, than a road. Ups, downs, highs, lows, peaks, and valleys. We live many different lives inside our one life, but the one constant for me is being an Artist. Scenes from Sac State, "Kadema Palm" Acrylic on Canvas This said, you can imagine the existential and identity crisis one may go through when not painting for a signicant period of time

Every now and again a word swirls around my life, almost begging me to take notice of it, and it's meaning. When a word, or concept appears two, or more times, I have to write about it. I need to find out what the word is trying to tell me. Recently, the word "Liminal" peeked it's head into my life. Liminal refers to a transitional stage, the beginning of a process, a threshold. This, coming at a time when my physical life is in transition in many ways. The transition of bein

An old painting, painted over to start new. A favorite pen making marks on a fresh sheet of paper. The angle of a building, light through...

I look down at my fingernails, painted red and chipped from wear since my last manicure. My thoughts revert back to when I got the...

Painting dry spell. It’s been since I let go of my studio in Fall of 2023. Before I had a Professional Art Studio, I’d paint anywhere. It...

Since starting work at Sac State, I feel the need to leave my personal time outside of work generally open. I’ve found myself emptying my...

I woke up to a text informing me that my dear friend, fellow Artist, Elaine Bowers passed away. If you knew her, and are finding out...

Rip! Tear! Recycle! I’m sorting through a giant Artist’s portfolio full of work from my college days as an Art student at Sac State. I’ve...

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...

“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...