What’s Next?

In 2013 I got back to painting full time, painting deeply and meaningfully, creating important works for me. And I credit shingles with getting me back to the easel.

Truchas Tapestry small

As many of you know I was hit hard with shingles late in 2012 and lived with post shingles pain throughout the whole of 2013. That was simply my body talking to me, yet again, telling me what I didn’t want to hear. But it was insistent enough to force me to listen.

Because of shingles I left my partnership in the Anna Karin Gallery. I quit posting to the blog seven days a week. Many of you might see these as losses, and I sure did when I was making these decisions. But I was being made to take the time and space I’ve always needed in order to make meaningful art; time and space I kept giving to other causes.

Canyon Monoliths small

Because of shingles I have painted more in one year than in the last three combined. I’ve gone out on a limb, taken risks and painted some soul-delving work.


I took the time to get back to the silence of nature waiting right here in my backyard canyon…


… the time to appreciate all kinds of beauty…


 … and sweetness…


I was inspired by the work taking place around me…


 I listened deeply…


 … to the silence…


 I breathed in the fragrant air…


 I watched…


 I stopped…


 I daydreamed…


 … all because my body, my soul, demanded it.


None of this was planned or expected. In fact I worried I’d forgotten how to paint, that I might never paint again. And life is like this: much that is important happens when we least expect it and comes to us in ways we might not like or want. But I’m convinced that when we listen, even to those things we may abhor, when we follow our inner guidance, when we pay attention to the nudging of the universe, remarkable things can happen. We may even create paintings we had no idea were in there waiting to be painted.


So to all of us I wish for a letting go of what no longer serves and an embrace of the unexpected, whether it seems good or bad in the moment.


And I’ll take it one further: here’s to shingles, the gift I thought I didn’t want, the bit of real life that brought me back to who I am.


And here’s to 2014, a year opening before us that is filled with the unknown, holding promise just waiting to unfold. May we all walk willingly into the offered void.


Love to you all,





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