• Creating my own reality through art

    When I was a cute, gap-toothed seven-year-old with a mullet and crooked bangs, I struggled with writing the alphabet, putting shapes together, drawing figures and coloring inside the lines. According to my early childhood report cards, I was disorganized, scattered, and didn't know when to stop talking. During class I often wrote silly rhymes, then got a thrill from scribbling on the chalkboard when the classroom was empty. 
  • Songs to paint to: part one

    I am starting a post that I'll come back and add to indefinitely. I'll be sharing songs I listen to while I create. These are songs that lift and c...
  • Welcome!

    My very first word was "bird." How appropriate, since I've kept myself in a cage for years until the hunger to discover my gifts and talents began...