behind the scenes

  I wish I could tell you what this work is about. I wish it had some clever title.But truth be told, it’s just too soon to know. Not just this pi...

I have to admit I am in love. I am just enamored with playing with these layered images.What started as an assignment has turned into a whole serie...

What do you long for? That was the question.My answer was resounding. We’ll get to that. But first, we have to go back.I spent the decade of 1997-2...

Reporting live from the messy middle.There’s a moment in the creative process, and I think my creative friends will recognize this moment, when you...

I have a secret to tell you. But first a story.It was 2017. My husband and I were living with my mom in her house. The previous 3 years had been qu...

Visions spells. This is a practice I learned from @hannahmarcotti and I am in love.Vision board meets spell book.Casting vision spells for my inner...

    It’s funny how you can go for months just catching glimpses of grief. Glimmers. A little remembrance here, a little missing her there.   And...

  My maternal grandmother. And her mother.The mother wound and the mother line.When I started to unravel the dynamics of my relationship with my m...

  This is one of my favorite photos of my mom and me. Before.Before life did what life does. Before things got messy and complicated. Before we br...

  The mother wound.I am Nancy’s daughter. Even after her death, I am Nancy’s daughter.And when I look in the mirror, or at my hands or feet or hip...

  A love letter to myself.   I just finished an incredible and potent 3 day self-portraiture masterclass with @cjust.I wasn’t sure what these i...

  Ok so I realized a thing about my creative practice this last week and it’s kinda blown my mind.I shared with you a week or two ago that my soul...