Cold acquiesces
Begins to unfurl, let go
Of its heavy touch.
Art Prescription: One day at a time we ask for grace in the form of spring.
8 x 8 finger painting

Cold acquiesces
Begins to unfurl, let go
Of its heavy touch.
Art Prescription: One day at a time we ask for grace in the form of spring.
8 x 8 finger painting

Like our hopes and dreams
The root of all success starts
With your soul’s blossom.
Art Prescription: Being true to one’s self is an art. And it takes practice. Quiet moments tuning in to a deeper rhythm that sings your soul’s song.
Pen and ink out of my adult coloring kit.

Warm and inviting
Knowing that this is my place,
What I’ve created.
Art Prescription: Spent most of my day at the farm riding Finn. Went with found poetry for my haiku and art…a little random print from a magazine. Try it! Just open up to any page and see what words jump out at you.
Index card with found poetry and collage:

Like spaghetti strands
Horses eat steady supply
Of hay to keep warm.
Art Prescription: My horse is so well cared for during these cold winter nights. He gets lots of hay to keep his metabolism going, which is how horses stay warm. Night, night, Finn…
Watercolor 8 x 8:

Onto the canvas
No hesitation or doubt
She let go of fear.
Art Prescription: This could be a start or a finish. I’ll sleep on it…
30 x 40 acrylic on canvas:

Sixty-six degrees
Winter of discontent gone
For a hint of spring.
Art Prescription: Painting in my studio with the door wide open makes my soul fly high.
Mixed-media on paper:

Birds bathe, babbling creek
Preen in warm winter sunshine
Melting snow runs south.
Art Prescription: Walked Mason Farm with my love today. There are still patches of snow on the ground, but the birds don’t mind. They hop about energetically on a brisk January day.
Index card with colored pencil, fabric, and improvisational sewing:

A huddle of leaves
A January still life
Together we fall.
Art Prescription: Perfect temperature for a nature walk. Lots of birds singing, robins, nuthatches, cedar waxwings, chickadees, cardinals. I was looking to see what might be coming out of the ground, but instead found this bunch of leaves an interesting subject.
Pen and Ink Sketch en plein air in my art journal and colored pencil once home:

Snow-bound in cabin
Deep in the woods, a fire roars
No place to go now.
Art Prescription: What?… Wake?… Get back to work? …Well it was good while it lasted!!
Acrylic on paper:

Out of the purple
A field of wild irises
She ran with the wind.
Art Prescription: Sometimes you just have to go with it…
Watercolor:
