In my beloved collection of autographed books is a small hand-crafted volume of poetry by Laura June. I received it back in 2010, and was immediately mesmerized, inspired, and blown away. What an amazing thing, to turn your work into something tangible. Back then I was busy running a business and taking care of my … Continue reading Mover & Shaker: Laura June Topolsky
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Women Artist Crushes: Week 2
Continuing my series in February, this post highlights seven women artists who have really made an impact in my life, one way or another. I hope they bring you the same level of inspiration! You can follow my Pinterest Board about them HERE. Or click on any link below to learn more. Feb. 8th: Maya … Continue reading Women Artist Crushes: Week 2
Dream a little dream…
Every morning in January I wrote down a dream fragment. It makes no sense without context (and even if it had context, it's a dream, so probably very little sense could be made...). These fragments become poetic and visual, and inspiration for future projects. I'm inviting you to take a peek into this hidden world … Continue reading Dream a little dream…
Q&A with Andie B.
Do you ever see someone on social media and think, I really want to be friends with them? That's how I feel about Andie. Her talent is multi-faceted, and I find myself watching her Instagram stories on repeat, dying of laughter. Andie is one of the hardest working people I have ever met. She acts, she … Continue reading Q&A with Andie B.
Q&A with Erin K
{Movers & Shakers Series part of my weekly e-newsletter, which you can subscribe to here.} I can't speak for everyone, but I know that 2017 really kicked my rear into gear about getting more involved with my civic engagement. But how! And where? I'm an introvert! I thrive behind a computer screen or require a … Continue reading Q&A with Erin K
My New Muse
Her puppy dog eyes melt my soul. How can I say no? How can I turn my back? Cross my arms? She destroys everything in her path. Nothing is safe. I bleed for her. I come back to her when she cries for me. Those puppy dog eyes. They get me every time. … Continue reading My New Muse