Inner Studio
Bozo Buckets and Flow States
Alright, I’m going to date myself big time here, but who remembers The Bozo Show and that game where you had to toss the ball into a line of buckets?...
Bozo Buckets and Flow States
Alright, I’m going to date myself big time here, but who remembers The Bozo Show and that game where you had to toss the ball into a line of buckets?...
The Good kind of Quiet
Lately I’ve had this kind of strange but comforting feeling, like something inside me has softened. I was painting the other day, just for myself, and I noticed I wasn’t...
The Good kind of Quiet
Lately I’ve had this kind of strange but comforting feeling, like something inside me has softened. I was painting the other day, just for myself, and I noticed I wasn’t...
The Order That Emerges: Art, Parenting, and Faith
I’ve been thinking about how what looks like chaos in my art, my parenting, and even my faith often holds a deeper order. For me, it’s less about neatness and...
The Order That Emerges: Art, Parenting, and Faith
I’ve been thinking about how what looks like chaos in my art, my parenting, and even my faith often holds a deeper order. For me, it’s less about neatness and...
Some Larger Beauty
Some Larger Beauty I saw this quote the other day by Donna Tartt, and I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it: “Beautiful things connect you to some larger...
Some Larger Beauty
Some Larger Beauty I saw this quote the other day by Donna Tartt, and I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it: “Beautiful things connect you to some larger...
The Awkward In-Between: Learning to Love the Me...
There’s an awkward phase in just about everything. Middle school. Growing out bangs. And, apparently, my art. Lately, my painting process has felt a lot like being a teenager again—stuck...
The Awkward In-Between: Learning to Love the Me...
There’s an awkward phase in just about everything. Middle school. Growing out bangs. And, apparently, my art. Lately, my painting process has felt a lot like being a teenager again—stuck...
“Oh, Isn’t That Cute?”: The Things That Shape Us
Lifetimes ago, before I met my husband, I went on a blind date that I’ll never forget—but not for the best reasons. At some point in the conversation, the...
“Oh, Isn’t That Cute?”: The Things That Shape Us
Lifetimes ago, before I met my husband, I went on a blind date that I’ll never forget—but not for the best reasons. At some point in the conversation, the...