What do you love?

Let me tell you what I love….

sylvanfairy Sept 2016

I love the sound of certain voices

Like medicine

Like salve on a wound

art journal 2016

I love it when I laugh

I love the rain and the smell of rain

I love meadows

And the woods

And sand stretching as far as I can see

if you need to go to the water, then go

I love stones and gems and crystals

I love fire and smoke

And walking in the dark with a good friend

Shall I tell you more?

“Barely Looking” 2015

I love good conversation

About people and their hearts

About places I’ve never been

About what lives inside of us

“Milkmaid Makes a Wish” 2014

I love painting, and making things that move people

that move Me

I love magical spaces

And believing in fate and kismet and

long life journeys

“Untitled” 2015

I love beds by windows

Scents and oils and candles

I love tasting

I love listening

photo-5 copy
Wild Card -2014

I love The Great Mystery


One who lives in my heart

and guides me…


I can go on…




I am a bird

What I I mean is

I have been asking them to fly

with me

“Backwards Glance” 2014

to be under a bird in flight

to see a bird fly

feel the air

inside you

watch the undulating flap

taste the wind

“Coming Alive” 2014

I enjoy the underside of them

the belly of a bird

as I look up

their movement

the forward stroke

effortless ease

“dreaming” 2014

I am dreaming

I am dreaming

am I dreaming?

this kind of normalcy

for winged ones




If I gaze long enough

I am flying too




Two Dimensional

I’m kind of flat now

I am pressed

I noticed it in the mirror the other day

Like a paper doll

sort of flimsy or just

just flat

“Girl” 2013

The juniper oil in the air here

It’s like a light

It is a light

my papery dust wings


searching for it


I remember things

No one knows

So those memories

are my own nothing




I suppose those are good

sacred meadow

Occasionally the leaves let it be so

The pine needles

stick to my skin…

My kid ate one

Pan and The Goddess

I want to be three dimensional

I like the idea of things poking out of me

And into me

I like the jutting out

The obvious curve

Art Journal 2013

When I feel flat

I wait.

I slumber

I remember

any hand that touched

this sculpture

and made it sing

“Fairy Got Kissed”  2016

I sometimes make soup

or puddings….


or crawl straight into the lions



once, when i was a bird

a made a line across the sky

a river in my heart
A River in My Heart -Art Journal page 2016


winding through the clouds

i punctured silences of things long buried

and so the rain came and wash-ed over me


“Letting in Truth” acrylic and pencil on canvas 2014

the water came

the rain

looking like the tears of a bird

dripping off my tongue

and down my throat

art journal cry with the moon
“crying with the Moon” art journal 2016


it soothed my flight

quenched the long standing unspoken

i had held to my breast

opened the river in my heart

set loose the smoke

of a woman’s long

inherent song

“Garden Bed” acrylic, collage, pencil on joint compound over wood board

the ancient strength

borned Goddess right

all came pouring in

and pouring down

as I stepped off the edge

and into the sky

gifting my foretelling or prediction

of what is to come



The Death


I heard a sound

from you

it sounded like a hurt dove

I felt ugly

And so I turned

and I welcomed the death

and the crying bed

and all of the

things I thought I could fix

I listened to the little heartbeat

the pulse

of my child’s finger

I whispered things

I don’t remember now

I captured the beaten, pulpy, disregard of it all

in a clean cloth

and then set it free

I remember that day

I spoke to the branches

and to the wind

and to the mosaic tile

I tried to create
It went unnoticed

It got swept away


by things I can’t put names to
torture tools of

the unbeknownst


be present

I still cringe

and I still wonder…

I had to scratch it out,

black it out

and then write it all down again.


caress the smokey path

the tilled journey of blackness

the lilt of shadows

deer moth
“Winged Deer” acrylic, pencil, wax on wood board and plaster 2016

let the flute and the coyotes

sing you

to the gate

“Lemon-aid” large 2′ x 4′ acrylic on canvas 2014

as the red lights flash

the weird little red lights of warning


don’t hesitate to climb onto the big rocks

climb them to the precipice

and then jump

even if your bones break and

people ponder

the fall

abandoning the left overs
“Abandoning the Leftovers” acrylic and pencil on wood board with joint compound 2015

Leave the mess

Leave the torn and attempted bandages

ready for pasting -art journal prep 2014

take your wrist and turn it downward

let your hand dangle

notice how it hangs in the silence

this is a type of language

the language of a hand held

against its wish

all the moths dropping

from its fingers

in the dark