the magic cloak, watercolor and craypas on 300# paper


it is not in the physical world i will find answers. it is opening the ears and eyes of my heart that the path provides opportunity for discovery.


i am inspired today by the words written and spoken by Shiloh, Dr. Malidoma Some and Heatherash Amara.



I'm painting Luna. She's Hector Winery's greeting committee.

it's a careful slow process from drawing to first layers.........



layer upon layer.........

getting there...............


final touches will come monday...............

One year ago, I started painting regularly again. I began by putting paint on paper and just-see-what-happens. This year, I am revisiting that expressive, intuitive painting process thanx to a friend, Donna Morgan, who inspired me with the loan of a book called Creative Revolution by Flora Bowley. 


Years ago, after finishing art school and recovering from major depression, I immersed myself in intuitive expression with paint on paper. As I created these images, I experienced a great release of passion. "Passion" is a word I use to hold all emotion and feeling I experience, because I usually feel "passionately". My feelings aren't "a little bit" or "moderate". They are Passionate and sometimes overwhelming for others to witness. Creating has always been a tool I use to channel my Passions. All those years ago, I also shared my process with others and realized intuitive painting provided a language of expression for others as well when words were just not adequate. 


For the past few years I have been honing my painting skills in a realistic manner, having been influenced by the years I spent traveling and then living in the Great American Wild West. I visioned deeper and deeper into miniscule details. I'm obsessive by nature, so this is an easy thing for me to do and I have excellent eye-hand coordination practiced all of my life. Over the years, becoming a skilled painter, I learned when to stop: this is important in watercolor or you wind up with mud. I've become good at representing the world outside me realistically in a controlled manner. 


Last Saturday, at Millport Landing, I spent some time going over an expressive piece I created a year ago and realized once again the door it opens to my heart's expression. So, I am giving myself a challenge: I will re-paint the 15 or so realistic paintings I have painted over the last year or so and re-interpret them expressively. I give myself permission to take the time it takes to complete the challenge and to allow the process to guide me and let go of any expectation of a particular result. 



My heart is calling to me to change and evolve expressively and expose all the inner voices I have held captive in the name of "belonging" and "managing". I am joining the Creative Revolution. Will you join with me and follow your creative heart's calling?


I enjoy the doorway opening of each season. I grasp the opportunity to reflect on my life so far and what i want to change. The symbology of the season gives me a starting place in my action. A seasonal portal gives me the opportunity to leave behind excess baggage to make room for new ideas. After a few moments of silent search, i create an intuitive collage to reflect my entry into this moment of slipping through an opening of opportunity. This is my intention for summer:


Happy Summer Solstice and blessings for a firey creative summer! May your days be filled with creative acts and your nights be inspired by dreams. May doorways open with infinite possibilities for you and may you have confidence in the steps you take.  



my newest painting.........

I have been on a path of conscious discovery for the past year. I have been seeking out guides for doing business, marketing, honing art skills and language skills. Where do I fit in this world and how do I share what I do? I have found gifted guides and mentors both of the physical and imaginative worlds. My polarities are getting closer together as I unfold my heart-felt treasures and gain confidence in expressing them. I am finding that sharing who I am is not such a dangerous thing and I share the strength and integrity of all beings to forgive others as well as myself for fallings.


Yes, fallings. I have fallen down many times in recent months. I have given myself opportunity to shame myself, beat myself up and others as well. I have allowed my judgements to reign above my heart. I have forgotten the connected web in which we exist and thrive. My roars have been loud and scarey.


And in all the mess we, you, I live in and with, there is balance and fortitude in the natural world. Under the wing of an owl, I seek protection and guidance and within the roar of a lion I find heart. So I may return to the world of humans and judgements and of my own ego and ask and yearn for forgiveness for roaring so loud and scarey at lies, untruths, deceptions. And forgive those who perpetuate those untruths out of ignorance or timidity or fear, for I, too, react out of passion and call it heart mistakenly, because the fine line I, you, we walk sometimes in our yearning for truth and enlightenment, wanders and breaks. and I fall. 


That is where I have found imagination to be a refuge, a sanctuary. There I go to renew, to forgive, to heal and make amends, to learn. To connect.


I am so grateful.

I've been looking at doorways lately and I'm curious into what new world they invite me. One particular doorway captivated me this week.....


I flew under the wing of an owl. I was carried far and deep. I didn't want to return because it felt so real, so safe, so kind, so honest. The return was harsh, where flaws and mistakes are unforgiven and judged forever. Where perfection is ill-defined. Until I walk in the forest and remember being embraced in the wings of an owl. There grief is present without guilt and my rawness and fire can purge and renew. There among the great bows of the hemlock and the maple, I am protected. My soul embraced. There is no coddling, just honesty and realness. No judgement, no criticism, always possibility and renewal, and the opening to humility, not shame. I can trust myself in the forest.

I look above the tree tops to the night sky and ask the stars for guidance and forgiveness along a path of words shared and miscontrued.........