An Antidote for Overwhelm
Do you ever feel like the news is just too much? Lately, that's been me. Some days I hold it together. Other days, I just feel overwhelmed by it all.
That's usually my sign to take a break, because overwhelm freezes me up, and I need to be able to take even small actions against the injustice I'm witnessing.
Finding Hope in Decay
My artworks often portray specimens that are no longer alive, or as I usually call them, dead things. Even when I'm not photographing something dead, I almost always incorporate pressed dried leaves and flowers, roots, or feathers into the layers of a piece. There's just something about these earthy, finite things that draws me in and fascinates me.
Letting Go of Little Things: The Final Mini Originals
During my summer break from teaching I've been doing more than enjoying the long days and the garden, I've also been taking a hard look at my art business and how it all works for me. Or doesn't. I am a compulsive creator, and sharing hope and healing through my work is at the core of everything I do. But sometimes living that out well means making decisions that simplify and protect the life that makes the art possible in the first place.
Camperdown Elms, a 27-Foot Troll & a Four-Hour Drive Home
Living in the greater Sacramento area for most of my life means I've always had plenty of choices for day trips: Lake Tahoe, the historic sites scattered through the Sierra foothills, the museums and parks of the San Francisco area, even the occasional mini beach trip. There is a lot to see within just a couple of hours of home, and Sacramento has its own charms too, with plenty of trails, museums, and parks of its own. So it's a little surprising that in the middle of all that, I had never heard of, much less visited, the Filoli Historic Estate, just a couple of hours away in San Mateo County, traffic depending.
Long Days, the Delta Breeze & a Garden Full of Bees
The summer solstice is this weekend - the longest day of the year - and there is no better time to talk about my favorite season. This is the time of year when my inner child comes out to play. I get out of bed easier and earlier, I have more energy, and I feel more relaxed. The fact that I'm not teaching summer school certainly helps, but no matter what, summer has always been my favorite season.