Sifting and searching, through the digital archives. Finding and uploading images from a while ago. There are days when I question who I am and what I do, lost and uncertain. Then with a Little effort, a push from within, my purpose reveals itself once more. Art is so much my life, it informs all I do. It’s my job to draw attention to the Art of everything. With all my art and all my heart I have played and explored, stringing together paint and form to express and share the great joy I feel at the center of it all.
Once upon a time I had a very beautiful experience with a psychic, she immediately identified me as a Sacred Artist, Describing many lifetimes from which I draw Ancient and universal messages of Divine Purpose. I trust and have faith that the universe does support me as it is essential to continue sharing with all the absolute importance and value of art. There are many days as many years have gone by since I saw that Psychic where I have doubted and I have questioned, allowing fear to hold me back from the full expression of my artistic expression. Looking back at the huge amounts of art that I have produced, I am reminded of how much I have Accomplished, and how much more I wish to do. Banishing the fear and embracing the Sacred Artist within! Knowing that each of us has their very own artist deep inside, within the sacred space of our creative spirits. I work to fully release and empower my creative spirit, And in so doing inspire and assist others to do the same.
The act of organizing and archiving the work I have done thus far has been long overdue.
With more focus and dedication I will maintain and update this site more regularly.
And so it was that the artist returned to her webpage, dusting off digital cobwebs, talking towards her iPad, trusting it to deliver her true words on this blank page.
There has been so much art, of all sorts, so little of it represented here, just a taste of all I’ve done. So much art I have no space for it, and whatever does not sell or find another home may be tossed or if lucky reReborn anew.
In recent years my art has more and more expressed itself in the impermanent. Reworking the fallen blossoms and leaves that carpet the ground beneath my feet. Foraging for seeds, twigs, stones and shells and anything at all that I can rearrange in an ode, a prayer to life in all its transitional glory.
Yet paint still beckons, Every corner of my tiny home stuffed with an abundance of art supplies laying dormant, I hear their cry, ignoring their plea only exhausts me. I must pick up the pen and wet my brush and with a deep breath and a heavy sigh allow emotion to bloom and grow, drawing itself out, releasing into the open canvas.
The last few months I have dedicated myself to the study of Yoga, I have learned so much but I’m just scratching the surface, so much more to learn. Really valuing the complementary practice of art to yoga, by yoga I mean the practice of self awareness, cultivating deeper connection within. Art is one of the great gateways to accessing those deep inner spaces. The sanctity and beauty of our inner worlds are often glossed over and left behind as we chase whatever external distractions we endlessly run after.
Healing has always been an integral element in my work, art has always been my therapy. Getting older, the body more or less has demanded more attention, buried trauma manifesting in aches and pains, fatigue that sometimes feels so heavy and difficult to overcome. Developing and maintaining a consistent Self care practice is crucial, with regular stretching and meditation old feelings, wounds and hurts rise to the surface and with the breath can be gently released. Combining this practice with Art Helps to further excavate and remove whatever needs to go as well as celebrate all the twists and turns of the journey.
I have a deep and boundless love for the color and shape of the world within and without. To touch it with the breath, to paint it with the brush, to dance and sing, to express and let it out.