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kinda a mess...
I made this. A string of prayer flags. Sorry no picture of the string of flags hanging in my studio. Anyway. I took it apart. The string of flags. Then...
kinda a mess...
I made this. A string of prayer flags. Sorry no picture of the string of flags hanging in my studio. Anyway. I took it apart. The string of flags. Then...
feminist ahead of her time
Every once in a while I run into work of an artist that I feel must reach a larger audience. Hannah Höch from Germany is one such person. I am...
feminist ahead of her time
Every once in a while I run into work of an artist that I feel must reach a larger audience. Hannah Höch from Germany is one such person. I am...
sketchbook page turner 37
Hello Everyone! In this new website and my newly established blog I have not shared a sketchbook video ... until today! I used to try and make one sketchbook video...
sketchbook page turner 37
Hello Everyone! In this new website and my newly established blog I have not shared a sketchbook video ... until today! I used to try and make one sketchbook video...
i once was a little girl
I was born in the United States in Wisconsin. But at age 4, I moved with my family to Mexico and then Brazil, returning to the United States in time...
i once was a little girl
I was born in the United States in Wisconsin. But at age 4, I moved with my family to Mexico and then Brazil, returning to the United States in time...
shhh, say nothing an artist introduction
From early 2018 through the end of 2020 I worked on one project. A series of paintings and a book called Shhh, Say Nothing: an honest look at silenced voices....
shhh, say nothing an artist introduction
From early 2018 through the end of 2020 I worked on one project. A series of paintings and a book called Shhh, Say Nothing: an honest look at silenced voices....
unexpected
My work reaches people unexpectedly over time. Wind swings our hair into our face. Our toesies soak in the sun. I draw from what I see, feel, and imagine.
unexpected
My work reaches people unexpectedly over time. Wind swings our hair into our face. Our toesies soak in the sun. I draw from what I see, feel, and imagine.