THE COLLECTIVE CREATIVE

THE COLLECTIVE CREATIVE

As I have developed as an artist I have come to believe that our creativity is not something we can necessarily own, or take credit for. I find it to be something of an impulse, something living within us. Like a deep well, is it is something we can all can partake...
GATHERING STRENGTH

GATHERING STRENGTH

It has been 10 years since I had a really good visit with my dear friend, my painting easel. AND, it has been 10 years since my first child was born. It’s no coincidence that my easel has been in the dusty corner of my shed for these past 10 years. In this time...
BURIED TREASURE

BURIED TREASURE

Pink quartz scattered at our feet, we walked up the rocky hill.  Past the old tree house, criss crossing between junipers and piñons, we made our way through the golden autumn light.  We had been on a hunt for piñon pine resin, or cured pine sap, found on the trunks...
THE OLD HOMESTEAD

THE OLD HOMESTEAD

My great grandmother, Thelma Muskrat Lee, was born and raised in Oklahoma on what is now called the Grand Lake of the Cherokees.  This is where my great grandmother and great grandfather met and lived out their lives.  They lived on this land before there was a lake. ...

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