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Healing loss through art…an altered book

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Bereavement Care | Volume 31 | Issue 3 | 2012

“As an artist, I had been creating artwork and teaching for years, but this altered book was the first piece of art I had ever created that was just for me. In it, there was no right or wrong. It became my journal; a place I could say anything because these pages were safe. Grammar did not matter so much. Self-expression was key, both visual and written.” Read more →


making space

My Journal

My creative days are busy and weeks fly.

Studio tours. Shows and events. Creating new work. Custom orders.  Designing and selling.  Getting published.  Classes.  Grants.  Awards.

All really, really good.

Then there are all the things I think I "should" be doing. It is hard to keep up with it all.

This past month, I left made space for the unexpected. Just for things that come up. The things not penciled in.  The appointments not in my i-phone.

Like the visit from my sweet Texas s... Read more →


me and my camera

My Journal

Yesterday, I took my camera and artwork and walked outside my studio.

Can you see why somedays it is hard to stay in and create?

me and my camera

I love to hold my words cut from salvaged plastics up against the backdrop of the farm and see what story they tell.  Explore is a brand new word.  It is a 22-inches long and the wind was gently blowing it about.

I like the story it is telling... Read more →


knowing how to make an exit

My Journal

Summer may be over but it is exiting so slowly.

Routine arrived in September.  Early starts and sleepy mornings.  But I am still in flip flops. And as ready as I am to wear sweaters and layers, I am really going to miss the green beans.

knowing how to make an exit

I try not to have favorites. I love my son and daughter equally with the same intensity. But this summer, I played favorites in the... Read more →


into the woods

My Journal

My first Squam.  I walked into the lush woods.  I followed pompoms and sun catchers and walked deeper in.  And days after my return, I feel as if I am still walking slowly out of that forest.

into the woods finding my way

 

Squam is a magical place. And l... Read more →