Tremble in their frame

Delicate ephemerals

Up from frozen ground.

Art Prescription:  About now the banks of creeks are full of blooming Trout Lilies. I adore their delicate nodding heads.

Watercolor 8 1/2 x 11 ( flower drawn and painted at 4x)

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Two worlds, artist, nurse

Some days my hat does not fit

Either, want to rest!

Art Prescription:  I’ve been weaving my two worlds of nursing and art together for about 10 years…maybe 11…or all my life…which came first? I love both in many ways. Often it’s the transition that is hardest. What hats do you wear? Which hat fits you best? Fits your spirit?



Afraid of corners?

Are you holding on too tight?

Can you sit back, down?

Art Prescription:  I’m practicing awareness. Where does my energy go? Who and whom do I allow into my space, my energy field? When do I feel empowered, energized, and when do I feel depleted? Working with horses at Blue Skies of Mapleview is humbling. The horses, with their soft knowing gaze, are helping me get in touch with a couple of things, and it’s all that and more!

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A rose is a rose

And how you view it is art!

Speak your own true voice!

Art Prescription:  One of my favorite things about art is the experience of people taking a subject and making it true to their spirit. While working on watercolor roses today, my friend Farley Bernholz, took it to a whole new level. Go Farley! Now this is expressive!!!




Earth trusts sun to rise

Birds, confident, sing morning

Faith, hope, assurance.

Art Prescription: Things I want more of in 2013! Faith in others, honesty from others, trust in myself. Assurance, like the birds, to just sing!!


Is it real or fluff?

Cotton- ball clouds full of steam

Sunset pulls from sky.

Art Prescription: How much of what people tell you is their ego building up fluff? Humans…such an odd bunch. All trying to reach some imaginary high! Ever cloud watch? Imagine what you see? We all want to see what we want to see. The reality our life has led us to. Are you living real or are you living fluff? The same sun and moon hang in all our skies. Peace-out!