The Owl’s Flight Chronicles
My Chronicles…the stories that danced with me through the creative process
…the thoughts that linger behind the images
If Wishes Were Horses
Do you remember when you were a kid and young enough to firmly believe that your wishes made on four-leaf clovers, dandelion puffs and birthday candles were potent - so real they were practically promised? I'm no longer a kid, but continue to make wishes when I drop...
Finding Sanctuary at Wit’s End
This bench has lived with my family since 2007 when my husband and I bought it to be part of the business we were creating. We wanted it to be cool, eye catching and funky, so I went to work with my tubes of paint. I have a strong sentimental attachment to it today as...
Dancing With Grandpa
When I got married, back in the mid 80's, my littlest sister was about 4 years old and acted as our flower girl. She was absolutely adorable with little french braids and a pretty white dress. She was very shy about walking up the aisle, but was eventually persuaded...
The Blooming Heart
There is a secret back story about this piece I would like to share with you. It is the born again phoenix of an old painting that has been reworked in order to bring smiles and hope, rather than sorrow or regret. Years ago, I painted a heart that was filled with...
Bindings
The Ties That Bind... Your tethers are of spider silk, strong, and nearly invisible, while firmly connecting you to your other selves. You are as bound up in "What used to be", as you are in "What is", and "What Will Become". Past versions of your story cling to you...
Fresh From the Egg
You are freshly hatched, perfectly new and untouched by any of life’s cares or concerns; yet fully formed and ready to fly free…once you’ve rested a bit, your untried wings have dried in the sun, and you’ve gathered your courage for your maiden flight.
Music Speaks
Why is it that words can not begin to convey our human complexities of feeling, but music can touch every chord in our emotional body? "When words fail, music speaks." This quote by Hans Christian Andersen could easily be the heading for 2018. A year of turmoil...
Midnight Lullaby
Tonight....she is black as night with just a touch of moon glow. She is a dark Jewel silhouetted against the city skyline. Earlier today, she was her usual almost shy self. An on-purpose wall flower dressed in quiet colors, she preferred an unobtrusive life filled...
The Maple & Rye Adventure
Last year, out of the blue, I was contacted by a young band from Sweden who, through the mystical powers of the internet, stumbled across some of my work on pinterest, etsy or google. They were interested in commissioning artwork for their upcoming EP album and liked...
Flying Tigers & Magic in the Sky
I've always had a thing for tigers. I'm fascinated by the sheer majesty of the huge felines. Their beauty is riveting; powerful, rippling muscles, all wrapped up in sleek orange and sophisticated black stripes. One day last year I decided to add a tiger to an ongoing...
The Threshold
She'd been dwelling in the frozen, snowy lands of winter for long ages. Had spent her days wandering through dark forests of longing and despair, alone but for the companionship of her chosen few. Each had appeared, one by one, in response to the quiet whispers of her...
At Rest
This piece, titled "At Rest" was inspired by a beautiful photograph of a gorgeous girl who came into our lives for a time while she was a high school exchange student from Germany visiting our little town in North Idaho. Nika gave me the go-ahead when I inquired about...
The Dark Tree
Deeply rooted, and well-versed in Time's Ravages; the Dark Tree grows only from the shattered last hope and answers the soul's cry for help. It silently offers itself as the last resort and speaks gently of comfort and shelter. It whispers warm welcomes to a haven...
Northern Lights
I remember seeing the dancing northern lights fairly often as a child growing up in North Dakota, but viewing them as an adult in Idaho hasn't happened as frequently. The times when we stood outside in the back yard to view the Idaho version of the auroras really...
Curios ~ On Being A Collector of Amazements
I fancy myself a collector of amazements. I am forever unearthing interesting objects to take home, or, at least photographing my non-portable finds. As you might expect, after several decades of adulthood, I've acquired an abundance of things! I have collections....