Kneeling (for Change)

– Dedicated to my friend Petra I have a canvas in my studio space, large, four feet by five feet, leans against the wall, too large for any easel, a monstrosity to handle Quite by accident, one day, I find myself on my knees painting, swept into unlikely prayer, marking — my colorful story — rhythms of the moon — thresholds to cross This is where She finds me Call her what you will — Mother Divine Sacred Feminine Mary, Eve, Wisdom (Proverbs 8) Spirit Woman Whoever she is, She persists in Her Love revealing all the nuances of Scripture…

What’s Muse Got to Do with IC (Intentional Creativity)?

“Do you always paint faces?” the question streams in, curious folk wanna know. Maybe it seems strange large faces, ladies of symbol— where did they come from? What’s this face — this Muse got to do with IC? the movement of IC moves through murals, mandalas, clay flows through dance, yoga, conversation not just paint. But, what about the paint?** And, the face? Tell, me, when was the last time you gazed into the windows of another’s soul to notice how the light sparkles with peculiar gleam? Can you tell me if their eyes shone blue or, rather, if the…

The Mother Journey

The virginal quality is hard to resist —the bright shine, the colorful glow,the gleam of adventure ready to burst from within Her innocence drips charmtoward those who want to form her anew. Yet, the purity she carries is not naivety,nor is it ignorance to the ways of the world. Trust me, her nature leads her to track like a wolf,to see with the eyes of a hawk,clever ideas spin in her dreams The path winds, the road travels hard,her blood pulses rich as new life beats within. The trek takes her deeper, darker —into the resources of herself. Sleeping, shadows…

Meet Luna

An intimate encounter with dear Luna, the first image that arose from the canvas through a process of intentional creativity. As I worked, she began blue, frosty, slowly warmed to the color of rainbow flesh. This is what she speaks to me: “I’ve been with you all along; you’ve been afraid to let me come forth. I’ve shown a crescent, a half, but now I am rising anew. I am turning toward the full light— the Great Light the one who goes before us— Creator You are letting me be birthed, be shown, in all my glory, all my colors….