Good morning my wonder-seekers! It is a good day. I am absolutely determined to re-establish my daily painting habit. My life has been pretty much turned upside down since last September, and more adventure is on the horizon, but I will make creating a priority: after all, it’s my therapy and a calling on my…
Ladies and gents, I know it will come as a surprise to you but… …I am human. No really! I like to think of myself (and I have been called by others) a Magical Freaking Unicorn, but I’m really just a humble, self-employed artist and musician who doesn’t always have time to put work up…
If you follow me, you know that, for reasons best known to the Creator, painting flowers is a super power for me. I don’t mean that I’m all THAT as far as painting flowers go, but that it is one of my strengths, one of the subjects that seem to communicate better than any other…
I’ve never really lived where there was lots of snow. Well, ok, for one winter I lived in North Texas. So I’ve experienced enough of snow to know it’s not always beautiful. But the rest of my life I’ve lived where snow was a rare treat if we saw any at all. I’m a sucker,…
Does the Christmas season bring you a sense of wonder? For me, it never fails. Even those hard Christmas seasons have carried moments of wonder and awe. It is joyful wonder and awe that the King of the universe came to us in a form we would not fear, but relate to. Joyful wonder and…
I hate to say this yet again, but 2020 has been a challenge for everyone. Lately, it’s been even more challenging for me and my family. We are struggling with the knowledge that my mother’s days are limited, and while we know that all our days are written in His Book, and have been since…
“Paint your inner critic” was or prompt for last night’s at journal club meeting. Two of the artists from last night were willing to share their art with the world! For safety, I have obscured their faces and names. At the end of class we have a gallery walk and then artists get to explain…
The New King James Version. (1982). (Ps 56:8). Nashville: Thomas Nelson. Somewhere there is a book. Written in it are all my “wanderings”, numbered. Every time I didn’t know what to do and just shut my eyes and made a choice, good or bad. Every time I consciously made a choice that was supposed to…
It was April, 2020, and I needed flowers. Usually when I feel the need for flowers, I simply pick up a small bouquet of something sweet at the grocery store, but it was April. April 2020. There were no flowers in the stores. It was clear that the quarantine was going to be upheld for…
A few months ago I joined an online education platform named Outschool. I teach lessons to students online. One of the first classes I set up was a “sketchbook hang-out” for older elementary/middle school students. To be honest, it didn’t really take off as a class for that platform, but when I started talking about…
