When that in-between feeling kept moving me along...

With everything seen, something underneath is there, too, already present and ready to emerge.

Pairing two seemingly dissimilar images together to show a similar relationship.

It’s this time of year when we’re entering rest, yet there’s so much activity before we can rest.

Musings, music, and how stories change.

Procrastination showed me how far away I was, and let me feel the awkward off-ness of it all…

It’s the sensation that was familiar, the muscle memory of holding the brush just so between my fingers, of dipping the brush in ink, and the careful touch of black ink to white paper.

Kintsugi could show the way of mending, perhaps – of filling the spaces between, of sealing the missing spaces, or holding close what I left behind so long ago.

Images next to images, being juxtaposed. Expressions next to expressions, having dialogues.

My own chaotic and thundering prints excited me, until I didn't know how to quell these forces of fire and water, of seen and unseen.

What we need often comes from within, spiraling upward from our depths to reach the place we need, season after season.

Holding onto a memory and behold where it leads… the beauty of St. John, palm tree seed pods, mark making, and waves...

To remember to be authentic with what’s possible and already there within us…

My dark shadows came though, seeking light, and illuminated what I needed to see and understand more deeply.

Sometimes flow doesn’t happen when we try and instead is the imprint of effortless flow when we don’t try…

What’s possible when we let go of tightness and let air flow between the new spaces we’ve created.

Sometimes it's the entire creative process that's the most interesting thing, not just the final outcome.

When the creative process branches out – to see another view, then returns, more attuned to our core again, we are changed.

Winter – a season of a gathering energies and bundling up. But what happens when we free from them, too?

What happens when you share a photo of banana stalks to a friend, and it turns into an afternoon of expressive mark making together.