Magical Work


Featured image: Rainbows in My Studio

The magical work of the soul begins with you—not someone else, not someone else’s soul. It begins with your soul. And your soul resides within you, not someone else.

For me, I can only do that magical work through my art, and when I don’t, it shows—in my work and in me.

My studio is where this magical work happens. My art is where this magical work happens.

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