12"X12" on cradled wood Day 17 of an Abstract a day in January. Have you ever walked into a room and completely forgotten what you were...

Day 8  11”x14” My car was full as I pulled into downtown Healdsburg. I brought all my favorites. The impressionist women gleaning wheat...

The ideas in my head are like traffic jams. Everyone rushing for first place, squeezing tightly into the lanes, bumper to bumper,...

I had received news a painting sold. I was 16 and I was so excited. I had just had my first one woman show and opening at a gallery in...

We were instant friends. Age was no matter to Mrs. Luo and Mr. Zhao, in fact, in spirit and whimsy we were all still children. I used to...

Holding my breath I try not to move a muscle. I’m perched up in a big oak tree, even the slightest movement will make a loud crunch on...

Artists, musicians, story tellers and creators of all kinds take us on a journey and we are usually more than willing to go. It’s why we...

Bundled up in 3 coats and a blanket I spin around pointing the flashlight beam far out into the desert. I feel like I am surrounded by...

“Krissy, when can we schedule the training?” Me“Huh?”. I look at her hoping her face will have the words just spoken written on it. I...