Tuesday - Art Spotlight

There are moments when time feels as though it folds in on itself. Yesterday, sitting in adoration, I became aware of something deeper than memory. It was not just my own presence in that church, it was a shared presence. A thread drawing ever so gently through generations. I found myself thinking of my great grandmother, Mary Frances. How many times had she sat in that same sacred stillness? Am I sitting where she sat on those many occasions? How many whispered prayers had r

Healing is not a straight path. It is a quiet journey inward, a gentle unfolding of the heart and mind. When pain lingers, when suffering feels endless, we often search outside ourselves for relief. Yet, the most profound healing begins within. It begins with self-reflection. Self-reflection is a sacred pause. A moment to look deeply at our own thoughts, feelings, and experiences. It is not about judgment or blame. It is about understanding. About meeting yourself with kindne

There is a quiet magic in art. It whispers to us when words fail. It holds space for the feelings we cannot name. When life feels heavy, when pain wraps around your heart like a thick fog, art can be a gentle companion. It invites you to pause, to breathe, to look inward. In those moments, art becomes more than just colour and shape. It becomes a mirror, a sanctuary, a soft place to land. I have found that art for contemplation is not about creating masterpieces or understand

“This is how most of what I create begins not as something to offer, but as something to attend to.”

There are moments in life when the road beneath us feels like a witness ~ quiet, steady, and strangely alive. It remembers the weight of our steps, the seasons we walked through, and the shifts of heart we carried along the way. This week’s Art Spotlight features a piece that arrived exactly in that spirit: a girl standing on a long, earthy red road, her back turned, just about to walk into a horizon that feels both unknown and deeply familiar. When I painted her, I wasn’t th

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

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

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.

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

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