“Untitled 2″ 24″x 30” Mixed Media on Canvas

“Take your broken heart, make it into art.” ~Carrie Fisher

I am still on my neverending quest to create a body of abstract work. I have been exploring many avenues trying to find what feels right. Just when I think I’ve got something, I wind up hating them and painting over them. Who knew it would be such a struggle?

These latest pieces seem to be feeling good to me finally. Truth be told, inspiration came in a very unusual way. I was shaking up a bottle of high flow black acrylic paint and I didn’t realize the cap was not screwed on. Black paint flew all over my studio. The idea was born. (And an unfortunate mess.)

“Untitled 3″ 24″x 24” Mixed Media on Canvas

I love the play of bright colors getting muted with a coat of white and then a big splash of black creating a focal point. I’ve been so affected lately by the political tumult in the world and I’ve thrown myself into my work. I’ve let my whole body get into these pieces, using big motions to create the brush strokes. It feels good to get it all out.

“Untitled 1″ 24″x 36” Mixed Media on Canvas

I’d love any and all feedback. Still working through these.

"Generosity Of Heart" 24"x 24" Mixed Media on Canvas

“Generosity Of Heart” 24″x 24″ Mixed Media on Canvas

I’ve been doing a bit of exploring with my art lately. I’m not sure why, but I sometimes get the urgent feeling that things need to change. I get the feeling that I’d like to challenge myself and see what else I’m capable of. The beauty of creating art is that there are no rules. The sky is the limit. But that’s also the terrifying part. Which way to turn? How to find the right direction?

I’ve always wanted to do things a bit more abstractly, but abstract doesn’t come very easily to me. I keep trying and then I end up tossing the work aside. It’s a bit like building a muscle, you have to keep working it for it to become stronger. I don’t think I’m completely there yet but I at least think that maybe I’ve found the right road. These few pieces are finally speaking to me and the conversation feels authentic.

I’m sharing them now, even though I don’t feel totally ready because sometimes you just have to do the thing that scares you the most. Getting comfortable with the uncomfortable can be an important part of the artistic journey. I’m sure I’ll always paint my women and flowers but it’s fun to add something new into the mix.

"Longing For Anything" 30"x 48" Mixed Media on Canvas

“Longing For Anything” 30″x 48″ Mixed Media on Canvas

"The Silence Of Voices" 24"x 30" Mixed Media on Canvas

“The Silence Of Voices” 24″x 30″ Mixed Media on Canvas



I am having a very serious love/hate relationship with spring in Minnesota.


I love how the air has turned warmer and the sun has gotten more powerful. I love how the green has returned and the birds are chirping.


But I HATE how just when you start to feel happy and warm, it turns cold and dreary again. Unpredictable is an understatement.


Spring is a devious trickster.


At least when it’s winter, you know it’s cold out. You’re prepared and you’re ready. You expect the chill and the grey skies. But spring… spring brings you a glorious day of warmth and sunshine and then snatches it away like a bully taking your lunch money. Pulling out that parka again after you’ve already gotten so comfortable in your flip-flops is an acute type of pain, I can assure you.


So here’s my remedy: focus on the beauty. One thing spring is not short on is beauty.


I picked up my camera yesterday morning and I walked around my yard hunting for color and life. And believe me, there is so much to be had. The best part about spring is being a witness to this beautiful transformation that happens right before your eyes.


Tiny pops of color are everywhere and the morning sun dances on the newborn leaves. The trees come to life, there is music in the chirping of the birds, the air is fragranced with delicate flowerbuds… everything is fresh and new. Spring is filled with optimism.


The deep-down-to-your-soul appreciation for a bright sparkling sunny day can only come from living through a long winter. And I am incredibly grateful for that experience.

Next week it will be exactly one year since we’ve moved to Minneapolis. It’s been such an adventure. There have been ups and there have been downs but through it all we’ve experienced some definite magic as a family. It’s true what they say, the magic only happens outside your comfort zone and we are so glad we took this leap of faith. Cheers Minnesota! You’ve been so good to us!

Click here to read my ponderings on summer, fall and winter in Minnesota. We have loved experiencing all the seasons.


“Whisper of Magic” 24″x 30″ Mixed Media on Canvas

I find that art is the answer to most things for me. Feeling sad? Make art. Feeling joyful? Make art. Feeling overwhelmed, thrilled, lonely, ecstatic? Make art.

It’s not always easy to drag myself into the studio. It can feel as though that empty canvas is mocking me, daring me to come up with something good. But if I stay devoted and show up to the work, I find that the muse of creation always joins me.

Creation is life for me. They are one and the same. Expression is the only way through. Thank goodness I’ve figured that out. Saved lots of money in therapy.



The loss of music icon Prince has been shocking and upsetting to music lovers everywhere. I’m no exception. It’s that “you don’t know whatcha got ’til it’s gone” feeling. Prince has always been there and it seemed as if he always would be. The loss is monumental and I can’t do it justice, but something has moved me to write about it.

I think it’s because I can’t shake this melancholy feeling. I’m not usually one of those people who feels personally affected by the passing of a celebrity. This one however, has a hit a very personal nerve for me. Maybe it’s because so many of my greatest memories have been tied up with Prince music. Or maybe it’s because I always think of his concert as the best I’ve ever seen. Whatever the reason, I’m sure you feel it too. The Purple One was magic. He affected us all.

I was part of the MTV generation. The first tweens to watch “All music, All the time” and Prince was a huge part of that. Not only were we mesmerized with the music, we were mesmerized by his whole persona: all bedroom eyes and androgynous sex appeal.

My most vivid memory of him was being on a road trip with my parents and “When Doves Cry” was in constant rotation on the radio that summer. The photo above is from that time and I remember feeling like his music made me feel something new. The lyrics wreaked havoc on my pre-teen hormones (“the sweat of your body covers me”) and his style made me wanna put on eyeliner and wear ruffles (hence the outfit and makeup above).

The funny thing is, that feeling he inspires has really never gone away. Even 30 (gulp) years later, I still feel that excitement about him. As you can imagine, when you’re a Prince fan and you move to Minneapolis, the thought of him is front of mind. Every time I pass the music venue First Avenue downtown, I remember the movie Purple Rain. And every time I say “Lake Minnetonka”, I feel the inexplicable need to purify myself in the waters.

A few months after I moved here, a friend of a friend invited me to Paisley Park for one of Prince’s famed all night dance parties. Being sort of a fuddy-duddy these days, the idea of going somewhere at midnight did not at first appeal, but the excitement of potentially seeing Prince outweighed every argument I had.

It was surreal walking into the Paisley Park studios. The motorcycle from Purple Rain sits in the lobby and then you enter into one of two sound stages. On the first stage, a DJ was spinning Prince’s new album and on the second stage, a wildly infectious funk band was playing dance music while the movie “Car Wash” was being projected on the wall.

There was a feeling in the room. Anticipation and excitement, the feeling that the Purple One might step onto the stage at any moment. No one wanted to leave for fear that the minute you walked out, you would miss him. We stayed until 3 am.

Ultimately he never showed up that night but I feel like that experience was a good metaphor for Prince himself. His presence was there. You could feel him. He almost didn’t even need to show up. He was part of the air. Mystical fireworks and magic.

That’s what great art does. It makes you feel something. It becomes a part of you. So much so that when it’s gone you feel its loss deeply.

There will never be another Prince. I for one, feel pretty lucky to have felt his magic.



“Wildfire” 20″x 20″ Mixed Media on Canvas

I have been very busy in the studio. I work every single day even if I only have a short amount of time. My goal is to constantly improve, to make work that is meaningful and to stay true to the inspiration that I feel in my heart and my head. I have found that I am happiest and most content when I am doing what I love. I am a better mother, wife and friend when I give myself this time to express my creativity, it has become an integral part of who I am.

These are the latest pieces I’ve been working on.

As a reminder, my work can now be found at Art Resources Gallery in the IMS Design Center, Minneapolis.


“Brilliant and Resilien”t 24″x 36” Mixed Media on Canvas


“Glow Of Longing” 24″x 36″ Mixed Media on Canvas


“Mist of Remembrance” 24″x 24″ Mixed Media on Canvas


“Restless Rhapsody” 18″x 24″ Mixed Media on Canvas


“The best remedy for those who are afraid, lonely or unhappy is to go outside, somewhere where they can be quite alone with the heavens, nature and God. Because only then does one feel that all is as it should be and that God wishes to see people happy, amidst the simple beauty of nature. As long as this exists, and it certainly always will, I know that then there will always be comfort for every sorrow, whatever the circumstances may be. And I firmly believe that nature brings solace in all troubles.” –Anne Frank

I went for a little run in the Minnesota snow today and I remembered something. I remembered telling you that I would check back in with you in February to let you know how we are surviving the Minnesota winter so here I am.


We are definitely surviving. For the most part, it’s been fun. Don’t get me wrong, Minnesota winter is NO JOKE. It’s definitely not for the faint of heart. And by all accounts, it’s been a pretty mild one this year.

I’ll put it like this: winter started off super fun with the first snow and I believe it’s going to end fun with the first signs of spring but there were a couple of moments in between where it was… well… touch and go. There were 3 moments to be exact. I’ll give you the highlights.

  1. That First Time It Dropped Below Zero: I don’t know how many of you have experienced below zero weather but it’s brutal. It takes your breath away. It’s like a slap in the face. Seriously. When we first walked out into below zero weather, we were only going a few feet but it hit me like a ton of bricks. Even after we got inside, it took me like 30 minutes to recover from the stupor I was in. My husband Greg kept asking me if I was okay as if he were afraid I was gonna jump on the next plane to LA. Luckily, we’ve only had a few days where the temp has dropped so low so I think we’re gonna be okay.
  2. That Time My Car Slid Across 3 Traffic Lanes in the Snow: Okay here’s the thing, I probably should have asked someone how to drive in snow before I drove in snow. The snow was coming down so hard I could barely see the cars in front of me and everything was slippery. I was on my way to pick up the kids from school, Greg was out of town and sliding across the road threw me for a loop. It was at this moment that I decided I should call my neighbor and ask him how to drive in snow. Per his advice, I slowed down, left lots of space between me and the cars in front of me and I pumped the brakes when necessary. Now I’ve got it.
  3. That Time I Dropped My Daughter Off To School While She Sobbed Uncontrollably About How Heavy Her Backpack Was: The biggest thing about winter in Minnesota is the gear you need. There’s no easy way about it, you have to gear up before you head out. And for my little California kids, this has been an adjustment. They have to put on coats, gloves and hats while carrying their snow pants and snow boots in their backpack. If you throw some books and a lunchbox in there… we’re talking 20 pounds. So for a little girl who quite frequently wakes up late and on the wrong side of the bed, this can be overwhelming. That morning of crocodile tears taught me that she needs to wear her snow boots to school and buy a hot lunch. Again, live and learn.


All that being said, here’s the good news: we have added so many fun winter activities to our lives. We have been ice skating, snowmobiling, tubing, sledding and skiing. We have embraced the winter and in so doing, we have learned how to love it. And then there will always be those days where you just bundle up, make some hot chocolate and watch a movie, which is nice too.


As I was out in the cold weather this morning, I tried to connect with the beauty of it. As the quote above says, being out in nature is a lovely remedy for everything and I could feel my mood instantly lifting.

To sum it up, winter in the far north is not totally easy but there are ways to get your arms around it, roll with it and learn as you go.

And if all else fails, plan to spend your spring break in the Caribbean! Hey we’re not stupid!!!