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There is a moment, right here with this self portrait, where surrender becomes strength. In the creating of this piece, I wanted to show the wind on my skin reminding myself that I am still alive, and the sea whispers don’t rush healing ~ it will come when it needs too. I am standing with arms open, not in defeat, but in a brave invitation to the horizon: “I am here. I’m ready to breathe again.” The waves carry stories of what I have survived. The tide attempts to pull away

I have found that mindful journaling practices can be a tender bridge to that inner sanctuary. Through the delicate dance of words…”

“…God is not done with me yet. Sanctity is already blooming within me , slowly, quietly and faithfully…”

“This week’s Art Spotlight Tuesday brings a piece still in progress, a mixed media work of oil paint and oil pastels, alive with…”

To build emotional resilience in art is to find a way through the storm, a way to manage. heal, grow and even transform.

The verse from Jeremiah 29:11 has become more than a promise I hold onto it’s become a rhythm I live within…

Here she stands ~ quietly unadorned, unhidden. Every line of her body tells a story of loss, surrender….

There’s a story in this hat, a story that carries dust and wind, sun and silence. When I painted my cowboy hat with cattle tags, I didn’t set out to make a statement. I was simply following the shape of something familiar, something that had held its place in my mind for a long while. But as the layers of paint built up, I began to see what was truly asking to be seen. The cattle tags, in their bright, worn colours gathered around the hat like memories. Each one belonging s

There’s something about the red dirt ~ the way it holds the weight of footsteps and still manages to cradle life at its edges.

Healing isn’t a straight road. It’s a gradual walk along long and winding ways, where each bend reveals only a little more of what lies ahea

Out here, in the quiet stretch between paddocks and sky, stories rise from unexpected places. A water tank becomes a canvas for memory, ...

“There’s something sacred in the stretch of country space, a learning ground, a reminder “

“Drawing as prayer allows me to express worries, desires, and gratitude to God — transforming the creative process into a sacred…”

This first week of October has been full of movement, of making, and of moments that have asked me to pause and breathe it all in. So...

“My studio floor is a wild tangle of brushes, paint tubes, scraps of paper, and broken pastels. To anyone else, it might look like disorder”

The Power of Stillness Standing on the ground this morning, I was met with these thoughts: Stillness is not an empty room, but a...

This latest piece in my Solitude & Contemplative series is titled Humility. I chose her name because humility feels foundational to this...

In a world obsessed with perfection, showing up imperfectly but faithfully and mindfully has been a powerful shift. Over the last 100...

“Whoever can be trusted with very little can also be trusted with much…” (Luke 16:10) May this Sunday remind you that the small things...

This weekend, I have a question for you: How do you refill your cup? For me, it begins simply. I light my sage and let its smoke drift...