At first I was disappointed that the irises were gone. My heart sank from the distance. My inspiration gone. Two weeks ago their dark almost black purple inspired me to paint them. I painted them...
There are certain colors that feel like home. I am typically drawn to deep moody greens, almost black navys, and greens with glints of gold. But this lighter color feels just right to me. It...
The high painted wood ceilings, exposed pipes, and concrete floors perfectly accentuate the midcentury inspired interior design of this New Orleans apartment. The massive industrial windows flood the space with light and give gorgeous views...
Do I need to lay in the sun? Unscheduled and sinking into the grass. With the branches moving over me whispering that they have no plan. What if I found a moment each day? A...
Art is something beyond practicalities. It speaks to us on a level deeper than appearances. It finds us where we are and says something about who we were, who we are, and who we want...
I could get lost in the details. Pulled into perfection. Miss the feeling. Trapped searching for the perfect square inch. I feel myself creeping towards it. I need to back away. Embrace who I am....
Egrets and herons have become a familiar friend. I’m accustomed to the curve of their neck, the feathers on their back, and their delicate features. I love to paint the background velvety black. To me...
When you get out of bed on a misty morning, to me it’s like the world is still sleeping. Everything is cuddled up under its misty blanket. The covers are pulled tight around the trees....
Camellias are even more beautiful because they bloom in the depths of winter. Whenever, everything has shriveled from the frost and withered away. When the elephant ears can take no more, the Camellia stands ever...
There is something deeply relaxing about the moody almost black blues of a heron paired with the silver shine of their feathers in the moonlight. The dark deep colors contrast against the metallic shine of...
Thick chunky petals. The great feeling of a bold thick stroke. It’s mark making without apologizing. The contrast against the delicateness of the arrangement and the whisper thin petals. The hostas called out to me....
