I feel these handmade brushes are not afraid of getting messy, and not afraid of their wild side in making marks…

First inspired by a friend’s gift, then carried forward as a gift to other friends… it’s as simple as feeling special.

“Work, among all its abstracts, is actually intimacy, the place where the self meets the world…” ~ David Whyte

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?

It was disappointment that was most telling. It reminded me to be true to myself as I am now, not what I thought I was, or how I once was.

Seed pods and pandemic pods - one is as old as forever, inherent to nature. The other is a new convention, challenging to human nature.

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

She was afraid to fall in love again — with a country, its culture, its people.

Sometimes we’re a little crooked and just need to be realigned. The story of a healing chime’s own healing.

Restless came to visit me, with her shadowy friends Worry, Fear, and Doubt. She’d come before and I had ignored her. This time, I couldn’t.

Sometimes the photos of a thing are more interesting than the final thing itself.

From that initial sketch, to choosing and gathering the materials, to the morning I made this eucalyptus healing chime – it’s like it was always meant to be just like that, what it ended up being. 

The process of making these three healing chime just came together effortlessly - through love, a sketch, and a poem.