The Magic of Hands describes my belief that our hands have the unique capacity
to transfer the energy of our hearts to something outside of ourselves:
a bowl of yummy soup, a handmade hat, a painting of happy bluets.
It’s why humans make art, and why art is good medicine.

Welcome, then, to the realm of my heart.

On the Blog:

A little tour of the Porkies

Presque Isle River
I want to tell you about the Porcupine Mountains. And about Lake Superior. And about the cabin where I lived for two glorious weeks while I was there for my artist residency.

But I also want to tell you that it can be a little discombobulating returning to normal life after living for two weeks in the rare and wonderful circumstance of a wilderness cabin with no running water or electricity or people. Of course “normal life” is bit of a stretch, because my husband and I are in the midst of major changes. Days have a tendency to be whirlwinds. I think everyone is feeling the whirlwinds of change these days, and I highly recommend two weeks—or a few days, or even a few hours—of solitude and forest for some perspective. Wilderness is our deepest home. Continue reading

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In the Sketchbook:


Rhododendron Blooming over Water

This little sketchbook drawing was a fun experiment in how to draw water. I am no pro when it comes to such things. But because this is just my sketchbook, and there’s no pressure, I just decided to have a little fun with it.

The original scene of inspiration is from across the road and is actually rhododendron blooming over the river, with rocks and a shore close at hand. That was more complex than I wanted to commit to, so I made the body of water a lake with a distant shore. Ah, the creative freedoms of the sketchbook!

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