I do believe that making art is an act of courage. Courage to keep going when life is in chaos. When your are tired and drained and empty When you
I dream of a little cage, on the edge of a cliff, where I pretend to live contentedly, rather than learn to swim across the turbulent waters below. Lulled by
I find myself at times living my life as if I was trapped in a haunted room– spending all my days and nights all alone with my hopeless longings hanging
Knowing and accepting that we will be criticized- that we will be judged, rejected or even worse ignored– and choosing to continue anyway- is an essential skill that we need
The little grey squirrel– sitting on the scaffolding outside my window– doesn’t seem to be bothered by the pouring rain. I need to adopt a squirrel attitude, I guess nature
Today is December 6th and every year on this day I like to take a moment to reflect and remember what happened on this day 23 years ago. On December
I reblogged this post from a few years ago I think I have come a long way from this but some of them still apply. Reasons I get stuck.
“Life is complex. Each one of us must make his own path through life. There are no self-help manuals, no formulas, no easy answers. The right road for one is
This painting is called Waiting. It’s autobiographical. I posted it here because it’s about my creative imagination and how sometimes I have to just sit still and wait- for the
“It’s never too late to have a happy childhood” Tom Robbins This post was a journal entry from a few years back when I was caring for my Mom who
