Whether or not you intend for your creations to say hello, they do. Even if the person being said hello to is you, that is hello.

As a psychic and psychic teacher, I think about this often. Early on in my psychic training, I was taught that saying hello to myself and to my body is one of the most powerful ways to facilitate and create space for healing to happen.

If I am not the one creating myself, who or what is?

As an artist, I know that I am the one who has to show up to make the art I want to make.

I am planting flowers for this coming year.

Some of these will be actual flowers in my new garden. I’m also planting herbs, tomatoes, and maybe another vegetable or two, all of which come with flowers at some point in their growth cycle. I want roses too, the kind that are delicious smelling.

One of the best gifts I’ve given myself this autumn has been the permission to not have to produce any art at all.

It’s not about how much I put out there, share on my site or social media. I’ve decided to give myself space from that internal drive to produce more work, and that all of it has to be good. So I’ve been giving myself a time out, to reset the whole space so it works better for me.

Your very human creativity matters now more than ever before.

Nothing outside of you can replace your unique and creative human spirit.

I believe most competition is ridiculous, pointless, and needlessly programmed into all of us from Day 1.

It's always so much fun to see previously unknown women artists being 'discovered', (especially after they're dead!), after being taught in my art history classes that they never existed.

Yes, I’ve got flowers on the brain right now.

It’s summer and they’re growing everywhere, which all on its own is a miraculous gift from the earth.

A timely reminder to myself about the nature of trust, spirit, and new growth.

The rain and the sun work together to create the possibility for new growth to happen.

Sometimes it seems like nothing much is growing. It feels like I’m in the middle of a long dark cold winter, even if the temperature outside reads a balmy 75 degrees.

This is from a series of recent small scale paintings. Small in size, big in energy!

The trees in this forest are simple long narrow shapes, that from this distance resemble strange beings far more than they do trees. But no matter, this is the forest I remember.

‘Art Stories’ is my first Ebook, and it’s free to download!

‘Art Stories’ was inspired by the stories that show up with every new image I find while making my paintings.

This is my story about the Big White Fish.

You’re welcome to have your own story too.

A big white fish falls asleep in a hot pink watery place, and has a dream about a diver who comes to visit her.