After so much transition, it's a huge blessing to be back doing what I love: spreading the good news of FearLESS abstract painting in Salt Lake City, UT. A heartfelt "Thank You" to everyone who attended (a special shout out to Kimberly who came all the way from Dallas, Texas!), and Portia Snow for inviting us to create in her beautiful space.
I finally got the chance to attend the Sundance Film Festival in Park City, Utah. I always thought it would be as a spectator, but sometimes our dreams come to life in unexpected ways. Today I got to take part in the festivities doing some live painting inside my favorite store on Main Street: Root'd Home with my paintings hanging on the walls. Happy day!
Inspired by our recent move to Salt Lake City, UT, the necessity to feel "rooted" after so much movement and transition, and the desire to create calmness and peace in my environment.
New beginnings are necessary. New beginnings are exciting, stimulating, and they’re hard.
Just before Christmas, I had the privilege and the opportunity to finish a very large commission painting (8 feet x 5 feet) for a very special family in Park City, Utah. Since we've just moved to the city, I did not have enough time to procure a new studio space. Rather than admit defeat, I decided to turn one of the rooms in our home into a makeshift studio. Dexter would have been proud. ;)
Remember that time we moved to Hawaii to build a tiny house and the volcano erupted? This is how it began: Here we are sitting on top of our first lumber purchase to build what would eventually become our tiny home. A home in which, we would never have the opportunity to live in.
Since the beginning of my professional painting career (nearly 11 years ago!), I have always dated my paintings. I did this for two reasons:
It’s time to bundle up again! My feet have barely seen the inside of shoes in the last 2 years. These days they are constantly wrapped in a layer of wool socks and boots. It feels strange to wear my old clothes again. I can’t help but feel like I am stepping into a costume of sorts. Who is this woman in long sweaters, scarves, hats and thermal underwear? I find myself acclimating to Utah’s desert cold climate, physically just as much as mentally.
Typically, my students tell me that my workshops were a transformative experience, because they were able to approach the blank canvas without fear for the first time in their lives. As a result, they were able to paint freely, intuitively, enjoying the process along the way.
We arrived in Salt Lake City on Tuesday. I barely had time to unpack my bags. I boarded a plane to Atlanta on Friday. I forgot to bring my apron, my spray bottle, paper towels, Saran wrap, and music. Usually I am not this forgetful. But in the midst of a major move, this is the best I could do.
This blog was created to share my belief that the art making process can be a vehicle for empowerment.
I am living proof.