everyday beauty
Each Monday, I post content that is relevant to whatever is happening in my studio and life. The last Monday of each month (so today!), I’ve decided to reflect on 5 moments of everyday beauty that I noticed over the past few weeks. I’ve tried various gratitude practices,
poetry
Everything starts and ends with the heart. What's left of mine? she wondered, as she unearthed each fragmented piece of the past. Exposed. She carefully cleaned and polished them one by one. Her body felt hollow, the truth brought to light. But when she tried to put it
art inspiration
Dreaming, like writing, takes us somewhere our subconscious knows we need to go. Dreams can show us both what is unreal, and what is true. They can highlight memories from the deepest corners of our minds and connect us back to the past, or give us hope and let us
poetry
Things that make me feel alive looking up at infinite stars the world spinning around me hot breath against bitter cold air steam floating around me feeling the warmth of your arms a blanket wrapped around me downpour of falling rain shining like glitter around me bright colors unfolding chase
I’ve been a creative person all of my life, though I never quite thought of myself as someone who could create something out of nothing. In fact, when I was younger, I thought of myself as exactly the opposite - someone who couldn’t create something out of nothing.
I almost didn’t write this. I planned to. I wrote a version weeks ago, trying to get ahead. It was daylight savings time, actually, because I recall thinking I had one extra hour to get something else done. The sign of a recovering overachiever. But the year wasn’t
poetry
Today is day 3 of Beth Kempton ‘s Winter Writing Sanctuary, something I’ve looked forward to the past few years, since I started writing again. I’ve been avoiding writing my year in review and a look ahead, so when today’s prompt was “Reflecting: Measuring a year”, I
personal essay
We sat, just the two of us, at the dining room table. Well, you didn’t do much sitting (as usual). You bounced up and down with your knees on the chair when you saw the tiny plastic bags filled with colorful candies. “I need scissors and a bowl!” you
artwork
About the Collection The Open to Interpretation Collection explores the ways in which we handle conflict and communicate (or don’t) with those around us - and the impact that has on our personal emotional landscapes. In a culture where many of us are too busy to actually look inward
poetry
Winter Writing Sanctuary, 1.1 Noticing: Measuring A Moment I’ve been wanting to start a substack for a few weeks and thought the Winter Writing Sanctuary with Beth Kempton came at the exact right time, though I will do an introductory post as well at some point. For now,
poetry
Is the measure of a life in the number of words spoken or the silence between us? The minutes spent watching the sunrise, or the nights my head rests on the pillow next to yours? Is it in the questions asked, or the prayers answered? Or maybe it is in
sketchbook
This morning I used my sketchbook to test out some colors for a new series I'm planning to start next week. Usually my ideas come to me as concepts first, and I don't have any idea what they'll look like until I start painting
