I’ve collected words my whole life. Scribbling quotes, song lyrics that I love, making lists and general documentation. I cannot for the life of me finish a notebook however at any given time Im working in at least three. What I am is a compulsive list maker, a doodler, and a dreamer.
Read MoreThere was so much going on I had not really wrapped my head around the reality of it. It started with one last trip to Silverton to meet with a hotel owner on a potential sale and commission. We left knowing it would be the last time getting out, we knew also that it was probably a last time effort on this sale. Even during the overnight in Silverton we felt what was coming. We hit the grocery store on the way back understanding that in Astoria certain resources had already become impossible to get and we hoped Silverton might provide. Coming home it was a flurry of closing studios and figuring out exactly what a Quarantine might look like. Would we still go in to our studios, how would we keep them safe?
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Through this microscope I have come to one very important realization. The realization as I work towards personal work and artistic work meant to bring me closer to the divine both within myself
Read MoreShe’d done it. The tiny little stranger had looked inside my soul and found the words I never could. You see, that has been my problem my whole life. I have a whole lot of feelings going on inside and yet seem completely incapable of adequately expressing myself. It was not until I was almost thirty and I started painting that I finally found a way to express all that I had going on inside. For me I felt like I was suddenly speaking a language people could understand.
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