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  • cherry, mixed media on raw canvas

  • dreamscape, mixed media on raw canvas

  • made for joy, mixed media on raw canvas

  • you restore everything, weaving in banjo

  • sea of galilee, weaving

  • clouds, oil on archival paper

  • flower moon, gouache on canvas

  • october moon, gouache on canvas

  • blood moon, gouache on canvas

  • silent moon, gouache on canvas

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I love creating beauty out of chaos—bringing structure to places of unrest—and giving form to the unspeakable.

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Art Scraps: Studio Sneak Peek
Art Scraps: Studio Sneak Peek

Learn more about my art scraps project and installation and the intention behind this collection!

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On New Beginnings: A Studio Update
On New Beginnings: A Studio Update

I’m taking some exciting new steps as an artist—read more to learn what’s upcoming in my studio.

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Seek // December
Seek // December

Read the poem of the month for December, Seek, and check out its corresponding artwork.

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Entrust // November
Entrust // November

Read the poem of the month for November, Entrust, and check out its corresponding artwork.

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Unexpected // October
Unexpected // October

Read the poem of the month for October, Unexpected, and check out its corresponding artwork.

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Remain // September
Remain // September

Read the poem of the month for September, Remain, and check out its corresponding artwork.

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Iconoclast // August
Iconoclast // August

Read the poem of the month for August, Iconoclast, and check out its corresponding artwork.

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Rest // July
Rest // July

Read the poem of the month for July, Rest, and check out its corresponding artwork.

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Journey with me

Been from coast to coast this year—from the beaches of California to the scraggly cliffs of Oregon, across the rolling hills of Tennessee, down to the desert of the Texas heartland and then at the edges of another border, there and back again
Something I wrote to myself over a decade ago: “Do we have to record that we’re living to remind ourselves that we have lived?” I often wonder if we would find more joy and mystery in the world without the constant obsession with
one whole year of poems and art, a tapestry of 2024 I’ve got a lot of changes upcoming in life, but before I jump into the deep end—I’m enjoying the time in-between to reflect and look back on this very unexpected year. As this pro
final poem of the month to finish out this project 🎨
the world closes & the studio opens
not a day late, just didn’t have anything to say yet #poemofthemonth