Hiking & Painting in Nature – Chicago
To enjoy the song of spring, it cannot be played on an iPhone or any other artificial electronic device. That would be an insult to your ears. To see a male rose-breasted grosbeak look you in the eye and hear him bicker at you for being too close to his turf is a very intimate … Continue reading The Song of Spring Watercolor
There is something sad about this incomplete pine. Or maybe it's not sad at all, but I'm looking through sad eyes. I'm still processing the loss of a friend and I'm not going to lie, it does not get better with time. Especially when I pick up a paint brush and do the very thing … Continue reading Incomplete Pine Watercolor
To have patience. To lie in wait. This autumn magnolia tree already has it's buds ready for next spring. Why does this happen? The tree's buds are encased in a heavy fur scale, Soft on the outside with little silver hairs and extremely hard underneath protecting the tender bud. But why are we seeing buds … Continue reading Magnolia Buds Lie in Wait Watercolor
50°F Fog Sitting before the clearing open land distant autumn trees array like wallpaper. Fog descends along with my thoughts. Something about the clearing allows the thoughts to linger. A heavy idle. As darkness falls regret whispers taunting me with should have dones. Agony makes warfare. I ask the Light for help. I whisper back … Continue reading Autumn Fog Watercolor
And so it begins... Time cannot be undone. And the leaves cannot go back on the trees. But we can still move forward hand in hand with our Everlasting Father as He carries our hurts. Amen.
It is with a broken heart and many tears that I announce the passing of a dear friend, sister in Christ, and painting buddy, Alanna. I met Alanna 7 years ago when she contacted me through this site. She LOVES to paint and wanted to learn more, so she emailed me. We struck up a … Continue reading In Memoriam
I have a choice. I can let worry hijack my thoughts or I can just say, no, to them. It's an epiphany. What I find helpful is to journal about the worry and or anxiety, let it all out. And by journaling, I mean hand writing...analog not digital. Why? Because the thought travels from your … Continue reading Forest Floor Mushrooms Watercolor Sketch
62°F and very breezy. Somehow you don't mind the wind when it's mild, even if strong. I could sit here for hours. After only a few minutes, to my surprise, a flock of ducks descend on the water. But these are no common mallards. What are they? They communicate with each other by "whisping"....whisp, whisp, … Continue reading The Bridge – Watercolor
Driving home and not intending on stopping, something told me it was deeply necessary. Necessary because the world depends on it? Well, no. But rather necessary because my soul needed it. It's been a while. But I don't have time! Stop. But I'm expected home right now! Stop anyway. With art supplies in the back … Continue reading Hidden Lake Watercolor – It is Well with My Soul
Weathered but strong for the moment A safe space made by man. Time and the elements will destroy But God in the heart of man, a safe space forevermore. For no force against can deploy. My watercolor was made from this picture I took at CITW of a birdhouse on the fringe of a field … Continue reading Safe Space Watercolor
