Holy moly, I didn’t realize how long it’s been since I’ve done a post about my art. Guess that’s what happens when life throws you curveballs, and painting is one of the things that keeps
A new take on a big floral
Well, since I can’t really paint murals as a watercolor artist (no matter how much sealant I use, I think it’s a losing battle to the elements), I can always do a painting of someone
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When rejection turns into a revelation
I set a new personal record this past year. Not for anything worth bragging about, though. I lost count of the times I was rejected, scammed, ghosted, and psyched myself out of taking a baby
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The Write Time
I finally made myself sit down and write, and here you go. Ok one of these was previously scribbled out in my travel journal, but needed to be more legible. But still, it always feels
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Messy Desk Update
I have to remind myself to keep up with these posts. Mainly because I get hard on myself when I feel like I haven’t been painting a ton, or am unable to get in some
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Beautiful Messes
Somehow, in this season of life, painting is a major source of peace. Yet, ironically, I still have to muster up the inspiration and motivation to sit down and do it. I’m telling you, a
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The latest from the super messy desk
Well, after the recent move, my desk is so messy and cluttered that I can’t really paint on it. I just migrated to the kitchen table and then take any photos on a blank canvas
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Golden hour goods
Ok, it feels weird posting about a product I made again, but then I saw these pics that I took in my scarves down in Mexico, and well…These things are special. If you own one,
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A beautiful mess of a year, in art
It’s funny, ironic, or just makes me go hmmm. But, after I had Levi, my art took on a whole new meaning, and it definitely changed and grew. I was stuck at home and it
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Messy Desk Update
Well, I guess it’s a good thing that I’ve been painting so much I’ve forgotten to post about them…and there’s been a bunch. Whoops. Ironically, it’s a good feeling. Painting just makes sense, feels good,