Category: Blablas

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. →

The older I get, the more I appreciate slow. 🐢 Not because I have more patience than I used to. Mostly because life has a way of reminding you that rushing rarely changes the outcome. This little turtle came from that feeling. ❣️ One step at a time, 8x8, acrylic, 2024 I painted this little … Continue reading What stayed with me →

I've been meaning to tell this story for a while. It's about a broken palette knife and my mom. It was about 15 years ago- a commission. A demon and an angel, interlacing. Complex, emotional, a rather different piece than my usual. I was almost done. The very last thing I needed to paint was … Continue reading A story about a palette knife and mom →

Drôle comment la vie à une façon de nous ramener exactement là où on a besoin d'aller. 💫 J'ai été plus tranquille du côté des commandes dernièrement - un peu par choix, peut-être un peu de procrastination, pour être honnêtre. 🙈🙉🙊 À la place, j'ai travaillé avec des élèves sur plusieurs projets, pis quelque chose … Continue reading Ready to take a step →

He's a seagull. The most overlooked bird on the planet. And somehow, he's the most confident thing in the room. I didn't plan the attitude. I was just playing, looser than usual. Folk art energy, inspired by my boyfriend’s Funky folk art . And then I looked up and thought… oh. My little buddy has … Continue reading Seagull with attitude →