I flipped on the office light today and my Muses were busy worrying about my new computer. “It’s smaller?” “Where’s the DVD drive?” “There are only 2 USB ports?” “We are so confused…”


I reassured them as best I could, in between sneezes (this cold is lingering, I am really not a happy camper), that yes, indeed, this computer is BETTER than the last one. Faster, and able to run those RAM hogs that Adobe is churning out these days. Then, feeling better, they all reassured me that I would be able to make up this unexpected expense in no time, and summer will be here soon, and really, everything is fine. Group Hug.

So, yeah, I finally upgraded from my old Beast, a 17″ Mac Book Pro, which Apple had stopped making years ago, to a sleek, new-to-me 15″ creature. I have to admit, the retinal display is pretty awesome, and the lighter weight will be easier in my backpack. We’re getting to know each other, and the lady bugs (or, well, those bitey Asian ones anyway) seem to have not noticed a difference and are climbing all over it. (Side note: If you are in VT and have Mac questions, I highly recommend MacNurse!)

Peacock Names the Stars

Today was A Very Good Day. All things considered. I’m actually a little sickly, and the weather is blustry… but I packaged up the last of the “Without Measure” prints (to be mailed tomorrow), worked on a little hedgehog for my cousin, and was inspired by a post on Facebook to paint this peacock. The Starry Skies series is moving right along, and I am loving working on each and every one.



Precious… Rambling…

I didn’t do well in college, for all the reasons that are probably going through your head. But one phrase, from my painting teacher, really crushed me. She said I needed to “stop being so precious.” I’ve heard it in my head now for years, my go-to phrase meaning “you aren’t very good, so don’t bother.” She said it loudly, frustrated with me, and my sad attempts at painting on large canvases. I didn’t understand that it was okay that I didn’t really “get” being an expressive painter, throwing my emotions on the canvas and splashing around. I didn’t understand that she was actually a pretty poor teacher. I knew that I liked small. I liked intimate. I liked friendly. (Okay, I was also lazy, but let’s not get into that.) There were no classes on illustrating (this wasn’t an art school)… and I was distracted by being 19 years old, so I never bothered to figure out that there might be other mentors around.

So today I was feeling frustrated. I had started 2 more starry skies last night, a hawk, and a horse, and neither worked out. I told myself that was fine, practice is good… but since these are small, and yes, “precious,” I heard that same voice in my head and started wondering why I was bothering trying to do a series. Today, this mole popped into my head, a shiny little fellow poking his head out to sniff around at the stars. (Mole Smells the Stars)


While working on him, the calm settled on me, it’s become obvious to me that I’ve picked the right animal when I feel happy while painting.  According to Ted Andrews, mole “shows us how to dig out our own treasures in life through our own efforts.” I think he’s precious. Hopefully you are all on the path to finding your own treasure as well.


I’ve started a new series of small paintings, with starry skies, and they have been absolutely meditative to work on. It’s been heart-warming seeing the responses to them on Facebook, and once I have a few more completed I’ll have a little reveal on here. I’ve decided the originals will be for sale, and probably cards or prints as well.


This is a closeup of “Bear Ponders Stars.”

Without Measure…

UPDATE: these prints are sold out! Thank you all so much, it makes me smile knowing they are headed to good homes.

A little reminder for selfcare… I matted and packaged these 5×7 prints, and a few are heading out the door… if you’d like a little reminder on your wall you can either contact me at: [@] or use the PayPal button below. They are $8 each plus $4 s/h.


Art Print

"Without Measure" matted print, includes shipping/handling




February is, in general, my least favorite month. It’s gray, and nowhere near time to start fantasizing about Spring. I’m feeling stressed and should have known not to listen to VPR on my drive to the office this morning. They were reading the names and stories of the children and adults that died in the Florida shooting. I only made it through 4 of them before I started tearing up and turned it off. My mind and heart can’t balance listening to the horror and platitudes and political nonsense that is out there while driving through my small Vermont town, where sometimes my biggest worry is whether the store will have the bulk coffee I like. I read some headline news at lunch time, and it felt like like my aura just dimmed to the point of being gray. I’ll pack up my backpack and walk to my car; stop at the store for some coffee and head home. I’m trying to feel grateful but I just feel inadequate. Hoping you all find color and kindness in your day, either give it or accept it, however it finds you.


The Morning Blur

Every morning feels the same. I like routine but I was thinking this morning that these first few hours have turned into something like the movie “Groundhog Day.” Maybe it would help if I had my alarm set to random tones? This was my morning sketch, trying to do something with my hands and brain before settling into the grind of work.


Remember to stop

I dragged myself into the woods for a walk today, it was a brisk 10 degrees out. I usually glimpse a handful of the herd of deer that live out back, see their tails bouncing along. Today I caught sight of them heading down the hill so I stopped to watch. And squinted. And squinted some more. Then zoomed in with my camera and found this gal squinting back at me.