​I felt so touched and tickled when she came in. There was a felt sense of delight and preciousness. I had an intuitive sense that she was taking that little light of a lantern into the dark nooks and crannies of my psyche, bringing love and kindness to all the exiled (unwanted, unloved) places in me and in the collective. 
She touched something in my heart and all the nuns that came into my paintings with their red habits and big hearts helped me feel connected to something mysterious and big and helpful. I didn't question them or need to know why, I just delighted in them and surrendered to the process.

A lot happened in the painting inside of me. A lot moved and was met in me.

Painting always does that for me. It is my way of consciously entering the mystery itself inside me and finding the right orientation or relationship to it. I can't force that shift in me- where I let go and am moving from the "something bigger"- but I can show up to my painting practice and let it find me. 

If you are from Asheville you know that it has been a time of great disorientation and loss but one with many gifts, heart openings and possibilities to be birthed. 

One shift born out of the Hurricane for me is that it opened a door to be both in Asheville and in Frankfort, Ky where I can support my mother more directly and actually get to know her in the time we have left together.

I will be coming to Asheville every 2-1/2 to 3 months to teach one day workshops and see friends and clients. 
In addition to my office/studio in Asheville, I now have a studio in Frankfort, Ky as well. I will teach Intuitive Painting out of both spaces and online. 

wow, so much changed after the hurricane. I think of life as before the hurricane and after the hurricane. I think it will take a while for the words to come but I was so grateful that my painting practice gave me a way to process and let all the grief and anger move through. The painting speaks what my words cannot. 

I felt her so strongly. It was as if I was helping her let go. I often wondered if she really went back to spirit. It seemed that she didn't. I had a sense this was helping her go on. Love you Nanny.

Burn baby burn. This painting was a fun and mysterious.

Wo!
​- this painting was pure delight- fast and playful. I could feel all the dimensions and the joy of existence.

This painting started with me being so made at my cat Misha for wounding and killing so many small creatures. So much love and wildness in her. The painting took me where I needed to go.