It’s a beautiful September day… The sun is shining and the air is clear with that crisp, autumn feeling… The leaves are changing colours and starting to fall… Change is in the air. I think this may be my favourite time of year! It’s also National Forest Week and I’m celebrating…Read More
A few years ago I lived in a little cottage in the woods. The cottage was surrounded by trees… Great, big grandfather trees. It was very dark in the winter evenings as I made my way home through the woods (with the help of the light shining from my cell phone!). Inside the cottage I felt safe though, nestled amongst the trees and listening to the rushing stream that ran past the cottage and the occasional owl or chattering raccoons…Read More
I'm finishing up the last details of my drawing for my next large painting... With a simple HB pencil I'm sketching out a story on canvas. I love this part of the process...
It's as if I'm a conduit bringing the vision from my mind's eye, down through my arm, into my hand and out through the pencil onto canvas. Drawing helps me really connect to what I'm creating in a tangible way.Read More
I have a new appreciation for green.
There is so much green here... And it feels especially brilliant in the northern light. Even walking in the woods on a cloudy day, the soft, mossy green everywhere seems to light up the forest from within...
I've been busily painting away... Preparing for a show, creating new designs, and moving to a new studio this month. It's easy to fall into overwhelm.
The more I have to DO, the more I need to BE...
In stories and legends trees are symbols of wisdom, strength, protection, secret knowledge, life and fertility. In fairy tales the forest symbolizes the unconscious and is a place of initiation...Read More
Rose was free. There was nothing left of the Old Woman but a puddle on the ground that slowly began to seep into the earth.
The woods came alive now that the Old Woman was gone. The birds sang joyfully and all the animals came out from hiding bearing gifts of jewels, crystal and gold, and Rose filled her pockets with the treasures...
Rose moved swiftly through the forest to keep up with the sprightly, little man. She was glad for the moonlight that lit the path through the trees, and for the warm blanket protecting her from the scratching branches...Read More
Just then there was a knock at the cottage door.
The Woodsman opened the door and an old woman entered. She was as ancient as the trees with her leathery skin, and stood just three feet tall. As she came in the room her dark, green cloak trailed bits of branches and tree roots behind her. She smelled of earth and moss and had a long dirty tail...Read More
Beginning a new dream is like walking into a forest without a clear path.
You have a destination in mind but you don't know what you will encounter along the way. You trust its unfoldment as you venture into the unknown...Read More