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How does an artist find inspiration?

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  Featured image: Intersections II How does an artist find inspiration?   Do ideas simply appear in an aha moment? For me, those moments are rare. Most of my inspiration comes from looking—really looking, really seeing. We miss more than we realize. Have you ever walked the same path twice and noticed something new the second time? Or looked at someone and questioned whether their eyes were blue or green? We often see things without fully realizing that we’ve seen them. This way of seeing shapes my work. People frequently ask about the black-and-white bars that appear throughout it. There isn’t a simple answer. They come from my history—from an exhibition I once guided as a museum docent, featuring objects from an African tribe adorned entirely in black-and-white patterns. After seeing that work, I found myself drawn to those patterns as well. Was I copying them? That question comes up often in art, especially around copyright. I recently read about a photographer wrestling wi...

Touch The Earth

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  Featured image: Rotating Earth “Touch the earth and plant your heart into what comforts you.”   CEA

Exist Beyond

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  Featured image: Charting Pathways Commit to the less  trodden path infuse yourself  with uncertainty Exist beyond your  perceptions  and  limits  because there are no limits and there is no  lack Why??????  it is imagined  created Exist beyond  perceptions  and  limits exist beyond the  well-worn  path Commit to the less  trodden path explore  renew  yourself

Measuring, Imagine

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Featured image: Travelers II measuring imagine the artist, she  wondering, wonder  wandering traveling along fields of wonderful rivers of tears skies of silver mountains of dreams the artist, she measuring imagine creates the journey measuring imagine

Day Begins II

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  Featured image: Rainbows in My Studio As I sit, I can feel stillness and quietness surround me. The sun appears above the garage roof, and when I look back again to my blank white page, I see rainbows dancing across it. Such a small thing, such a beautiful thing. Such a precious gift, reminding me of the divine and the glorious wonder of simply being in the sun this morning with a cup of coffee, blue sky, and rainbows. I take a deep breath and begin the day.

Day Begins

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  Featured image: Sunrise In The Morning At The Lake First sip of coffee, and I look out at the morning beginning. The sun has moved and is rising now at the other end of the garage roof. Days are longer now—yea. Mornings come sooner. The first rocks are showing in the rock flower garden. Those smaller birds are returning that left during the really cold spell we had. Pretty soon flocks of finches will return, and the feeders will quickly empty, and I will have to fill them more often. So many things to look forward to. The sun is the best part, though—especially when it hides behind the Queenie tree and its glorious rays peek through its branches.

The Edge

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  Featured image: Along the Edge III Lately I have been weaving. Weavings of color symbolize a creative flow of life. The edges of the woods … well … well … they are like a fence, and I find a need to move beyond the edge into the center. The center … for the center invites discovery, and yes, protection and hiding places.