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I paint intimate, nature-soaked soul-sanctuaries where dreamlike beauty holds space for quiet reflection, inner transformation, and the coexistence of unruly, passionate emotion. My work invites viewers into quiet, contemplative spaces—gardens, waterscapes, and open impressionistic and abstracted dreamscapes—where the gentle and the wild live side by side inside the same moment. In these paintings, I’m always searching for that tender threshold where solace, longing, and unta

Yes, I took a stab at it.  I lived at the beach.  It would have been a sin to let such an opportunity…or challenge pass me by, but I certainly wasn’t going to do it with an audience of friends from college! They all kept telling me I would be really good at it because I was a gymnast and had good balance. Maybe so, but I had to learn to swim first, didn’t I?

It may not have been a soccer ball, but Wilson was without equal on Squirrel Island.  Squirrel Island was our last night of a 150-mile expedition kayaking trip in Prince William Sound in Alaska.

Lest anyone accuse me of romanticizing my life or being somehow blind to my own faults, I share this embarrassing tale of the dumb stuff we do as young adults...this one a backpacking trip alone in the Sierras at 21.

I had a love-hate relationship with hiking... Sierra Symphonies tells of a annual 2 week backpacking trip I did with my family when I was young.

Most of us kids born in the 50's and 60's constantly heard these words from our parents. Digital toys were simply not even a figment of one's imagination back then. We played outside. We used our imaginations and figured out how to entertain ourselves.

“Head out, girls,” were Dad’s predictable words each time we began a hike.  I think I had hiked every inch of the 53 miles of trails in Griffith Park, all before I was 14.

This story comes from my college days. One of my on campus jobs was working "Mud Crew," which was our colloquialism for the landscaping crew, as opposed to "Crud Crew," the name we'd given the custodial team at the college.

The earliest childhood art reflects our passions in life.

The Power of Observation in the writing process