A hurried lifestyle often hurls me off the path of creativity. During these times of hustle and bustle, dew-kissed roses in my garden bloom alone; I forget to take my usual strolls to admire their beauty and breathe in their succulent scent. Then I wonder why the soul dries and the songbird’s trill turns to …
Mixed Media, Grace, and the Red-breasted Robin
I think grace is a lot like art—spontaneous, free flowing, alive for the capture.
Last Hurrah with Hubby
Nature fills our visual lungs causing us to breathe a little easier.  Multiplicity. This word best describes my creative dilemma—so many interests and so little time. One would think the last thing I need is another trip away. Yet, this is precisely what keeps the constant flow of visual images filling this creative eclectic's …
