Rock On…
Lately I have been designing mixed modality meditation workshops with a variety of different groups that come to The Bishop's Ranch. This week I had the opportunity to work with Colleen Cannon and her Women's Quest retreat (Women's Quest Site).
Taking Time to Stop and Paint the Iris
Here in my little slice of paradise spring has long sprung (sorry you guys in cold climes) and now it is iris turn to stretch out her long neck and open her beautiful face to the sky. The iris come
Putting a Bird on it since 1982
My dad recently found these “business cards” of mine in a desk he was sorting out. I put business cards in quotes because you’ll notice there is no actual information; no phone number, and no address, not even my full
Painting With an Open Heart
This Sunday I cleared away all obligations for the day, eschewed social media and turned off my phone and turned on the music - this day I felt like painting loose and free. Most of my painting these days are
Love Runs Hot and Cold
Happy Valentine’s Day friends! I did this lesson with not long ago and I thought I’d share it with you for Valentine’s Day. I crammed a lot into the lesson with this kindergarten class but they really got it –
A Study in Blue
I’ve been spending more time in what I’ve now dubbed my Mixed Media Mediation Journal. I have found myself drawn into my studio and opening up to wherever the moment takes me. Today as I was cleaning out an art
Be Strong, Take Heart
This week a complicated convergence of ideas was at work in my spinning brain and in my little studio. I will try to explain what went on because somewhere in there I think is something important. It all started on
Work in Progress: art and life
This week has been full, I mean full. Full of work, full of anticipation, full of friendship, full of anxiety, full full full, I am full. And so I share with you my unfinished work. May in it's underwear. I
Caught in the Sticky Web of Life
Early in the week the misty morning revealed this beautiful spiders web that was drawn like a lace curtain across an old rusty garden sculpture in my yard. The dewdrops unveil the intricacy of the spider’s lair. The torn and