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Where they once stood: traveling with inspirati...
As I begin a trip to Italy, I reflect on how traveling to places my parents loved deepens my connection to them. From Australia to Rome, these journeys have changed...
Where they once stood: traveling with inspirati...
As I begin a trip to Italy, I reflect on how traveling to places my parents loved deepens my connection to them. From Australia to Rome, these journeys have changed...
Traveling with art supplies: packing creativity...
Preparing for a trip to Italy has me rethinking how to travel with art supplies. In this post, I share lessons learned, packing tips, and how working with new materials...
Traveling with art supplies: packing creativity...
Preparing for a trip to Italy has me rethinking how to travel with art supplies. In this post, I share lessons learned, packing tips, and how working with new materials...
In praise of imperfection: what handmade art of...
A short reflection on why handmade art still matters in a digital world, celebrating the beauty of imperfections and the quiet human presence behind every brushstroke.
In praise of imperfection: what handmade art of...
A short reflection on why handmade art still matters in a digital world, celebrating the beauty of imperfections and the quiet human presence behind every brushstroke.
The season of return: why I always come back to...
A short, mindful reflection on why I return to my creative practice, and a gentle invitation for anyone who’s been away from theirs to begin again.
The season of return: why I always come back to...
A short, mindful reflection on why I return to my creative practice, and a gentle invitation for anyone who’s been away from theirs to begin again.
What my hands remember
A reflection on how the body holds memory, and how making art can bring forward feelings and experiences the mind may have forgotten—through gesture, repetition, and quiet attention.
What my hands remember
A reflection on how the body holds memory, and how making art can bring forward feelings and experiences the mind may have forgotten—through gesture, repetition, and quiet attention.
Traces of a life: painting what I see and feel
Every brushstroke tells a story. I’ve learned to treasure the quiet details in my paintings — the small marks, colors, and shapes that hold memories of my days and thoughts....
Traces of a life: painting what I see and feel
Every brushstroke tells a story. I’ve learned to treasure the quiet details in my paintings — the small marks, colors, and shapes that hold memories of my days and thoughts....