I have such big plans for Studio Kre’at and so it is that I am letting December be slow and intentional allowing me to make room for what has been and what will become. And so I sit and reflect, I see how this year has taught me to rest ~ not in what I cannot do, but in what I have been given to do. To bring hope. To carry light. I invite you to sit now with me on my back lawn as the whispers of 2025 and 2026 have found me.

“Lately, I have not grown louder. I have grown quieter…”

It’s the moments on waking this morning, that have me back in the journal. And after a number of days off, simply to go inwards in a deeper way ~ I know that I am not a content machine. I am a woman simply listening for light. That knowledge allows me wisdom on a grander scale and that slower rhythm wandered honours that wisdom of the vocation I have. This slower rhythm does three sacred things all at once: Protects my interior life Keeps this studio visible Prepares hear

“And so this little painting of washing on the line becomes a prayer in itself…”

“Creativity is not just about making art or solving problems. It is a way of being…”

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

Dear beloved ones that walk with me here, This quiet Sunday, as the light softens across my little prayer corner, my eyes rest on this simple figure I once painted cross-legged, still, surrendered. A heart in the head. A heart in the chest. A gentle reminder that the truest blessings come when what we know and what we feel finally breathe in the same rhythm. There are days when my head rushes ahead of grace, planning, solving, worrying and other days when my heart carries the

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…”

“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….

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

“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”