Winter, green bamboo

Graceful leaves nod at bare trees

Secret hiding place.

Art Prescription:  Have you ever come upon a tall bamboo forest in winter?  A canopy of green in the midst of naked trees. A secret hiding place. Thick and tall. Sunshine rays slip in. Smells like vetiver.

Index card with watercolor and my chop that says, “hope.”

Index card bamboo.jpeg

Surest way to hear

The soft strains of harmony

Is in the silence.

Art Prescription:  My way to refuel from life’s demands is to go sit in a field with horses in pure silence. I listen to birds, cicadas, squirrels foraging, the horses snorting and chomping on grass. And in that big expanse, I realize how precious life is, how important it is to feed your soul. Everyone is different. For me quiet gifts fill me up, and I’m am so grateful for the simple.

Index card with watercolor:

ICAD 2016 July 22


The spiral of life

Layers of experience

Forms the whole one you!

Art Prescription:  Our experiences and genetics make up who we are and how we perceive the world around us. Relationships and communication are much more complicated than we think. Best we can do is to try and love each other through it all…

layers ink

Roads white with snow, ice

Long walk to grocery store

Sleet clicks on bamboo!

Art Prescription:  So cool to stand quietly under a canopy of bamboo and listen to the sleet click, click, tap, tap.

January 72

One more coat should do

Re-do, re-paint, re-color

Wait for muse to speak.

Art Prescription:  New Year, a new blank canvas! I’ve painted about 5 different things on 2 canvases in the past couple of days. Changed color palette and design completely, waffled, stood staring….nothing! I know what I must do. I must leave the studio in order for my muse to appear. Going………..

trading bamboo

Crickets and frogs sing

Through my open window now

As moon sweeps the sky!

Art Prescription:  Going to sleep to the tune of the woods, a cool breeze crossing my sheets, and the harvest moon lighting the way, bliss! A very simple pleasure!

Jet black Sumi-ink

Brush strokes capture the essence

Moment on paper.

Art Prescription:  I went to a Chinese Brush Stroke class today at the NC Botanical Garden taught by Alice, her American name. With a gentle demeanor she demonstrates the ancient art of brush painting. She teaches us it’s not about the accuracy of the painting, but the feeling…the Chi, and make sure to leave room in your painting for movement of energy. We worked on herons today. And swallows!