Walking the Pilgrim’s Path in Spain was journey within a journey to be sure . One external filled with beautiful trees and changing skies and winding paths and the other a communion with the soul . And in some ways this pandemic has created a an opening for a both as well . Walking for…
The act of creating caries with it many different states of being not least of which is a sense of freedom . It can be a place for discovering one’s own sense of limits and where , when and how to either bend or break them . Creating is a…
You are spirit amazing and free holding the answers in spaces, sometimes forgotten , sometimes undiscovered , always timeless in living energy .
There is a gentleness that my heart longs for in the midst of the passionate fire . The warrior spirit that seeks to take the man made injustices of life and turn them into dust lives beside the cool , gentle , flowing waters of quiet love and kindness . This…
When it is a whisper and it grabs hold of your heart you know that it’s real . The invitation to explore and to simply be is subtle and it’s fragrance fills the air with tingles of freedom .
“She calls to us with her colors , reminds of the fluidity of passing moments and of the beauty in change . Fearless when in sync with the natural rhythms she provides and accepting of the layers upon layers of living making us whole .” – blchapman.com “In this painting I layered the many…
I sense the energy of an idea and then see the colors . I invite the power of the emotion to come forward and then give it a place to go and to be . The movement and the layers of color come from a courageous and loving heart while my mind seeks to create…
In dream or was it a meditation ? The warmth of creating a feeling to invite the viewer into the painting and to feel it’s mystery .
It is no longer the false ideal of creating perfection that I seek . It is , rather , the honest and quiet self and the passion and courage living freely in imagination that is explored in creative endeavors that guided outward and into works of art . When the works in that unmissable…
They were mine once, in a dream …or was it in that other lifetime ? The heart must know . That’s where I’ll go to seek my wings . The sense of them wrapping around me gently and protecting my soul soothes me into sweet release . It is a difficult sort of freedom not…