I don't know much about blue herons. I just know they always catch my attention. Standing there in the shallows, alone, for the longest time. Not doing much of anything…or so it seems. But I think he's watching. Waiting for the exact right moment, and not a second before. I've always been drawn to painting … Continue reading He’s small, but he carries a lot
I used to spend hours picking shoes. Not because I liked shopping. Because I had big feet, and I was terrified someone would notice. I'd try on pair after pair, turning my foot this way and that, trying to find the one that would make them look smaller. Hours. Over shoes. This spring, I was … Continue reading I used to spend hours picking shoes
It's easy to complain about the rain.☔️ It's harder to find the good in it. I painted a woman dancing in a street, between big buildings, in the rain. Her dress is moving with her like it's part of the dance. The colors are bold, a little wild, reflecting off the wet ground. Funny thing … Continue reading Rain or sunshine?
I'll let you in on something: I didn't draw most of that mural. A bunch of students did! After having a few conversations, I thought I would share on here how it actually worked. I designed the sketch ✍️ - with some of their ideas folded in. Then made a digital version, printed it small, … Continue reading The mural process
My first morning swim in cold water
Acrylic painting -The yin and the yang. The juggling act most of us are quietly doing every single day.
I thought I was losing my touch. Turns out I just needed to go to bed. 💁🏼♀️ I'm working on a commission right now- oil painting for a talented photographer. She gave me one of her wonderful photos to paint. Simple image. But so serene. And that's exactly what I'm trying to hold onto- that … Continue reading Remembering to step away. Again.
Something's shifting. I can feel it, even if I can't name it yet. 😎 Pieces are coming together in ways I didn't plan. A school already reached out for next year. Commissions. Workshops down the road. Nothing rushed - just pieces landing where they're supposed to. And then there were the people I didn't expect. … Continue reading Something’s shifting
Y'a des commissions qui te donnent des photos. Mathieu G. Caissie, lui, m'a donné un poème. C'est tout ce qu'il m'a envoyé. Pas de palette, pas de style, pas de contraintes. Juste ces quelques lignes de Jacques Prévert, écrites, pour le café de Rogersville - un endroit qui était autrefois la gare principale de la … Continue reading La poésie d’un train
My dad planned the Camino. 🎒 I invited myself. I thought it would bring us closer. I thought we'd walk together, talk, figure each other out over 900km. That's not really what happened. By the end, we barely walked together - saw each other in the morning, met up at night. Some days, I was … Continue reading My dad planned the Camino. 🎒 I invited myself.
