“To paint is to love again, live again, see again. To get up at the crack of dawn in order to take a peek at the water colors one did the day before… is like stealing a look at the beloved while she sleeps.” — Henry Miller I’m in the FINAL STRETCH of a collaborative…
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… a blessed unrest that keeps us marching…
Some movement explorations found in old journals. Eager to do more movement in my visual storytelling and reignite confidence in my mark making and creative process, I am doing a deep re-dive into Martha Graham. (I was lucky enough to attend masterclasses with the company at the Shadbolt Centre in Burnaby in the late 70’s!)…
Of being age 21 at age 54. Being a menopausal millennial. Journal musings.
Have you ever sat so fully in the moment, teetering on a sharp blade, fully aware of being so profoundly present- wondering if you are living a parallel storyline or path not predicted, not destined, but accidentally claimed? The world is chaotic and painful, glorious and terrifying, and large- yet each of us spin around…
Conversation about art, artists, creativity w. Tharp, Miller, Walker, Petit
I love that I can have a sit down with my heroes on a warm Saturday night and just shoot the shit. Tonight we contemplated creativity, the artist and the why. Here are some highlights: I believe that we all have strands of creative code hard-wired into our imaginations. These strands are as solidly imprinted in us as…
The Housewife Howled- regurgitations from the journals of the husfru, 1994. Part 1
I pulled out an old package of journal scribblings from 1994. Written when my kids were young, I was married and three years in to an art career. Let’s take a look shall we? Preface: So here I sit about to embark on the great adventure: the writing of a book. My book. But where…