Celebrating 10 years of Marriage!

Viva Verde!

I have been doing my part to live green. I recycle, I purchase earth friendly home and body products, buy organic as much as possible and have done small things around my house to make it more efficient and safer for my family.  I am still left asking what more can I do and until I have a million to level my house and build green from the ground up and purchase a hybrid,  I am feeling a bit hopeless.  Not hopeless in the sense that the world is going to end because of me but more like I wish I could do more now. Why am I feeling this? Why are we bombarded with ideas and solutions; implement them and  still feel inadequate? When really what I am doing, what my family is doing is more and is contributing to protecting our earth. That by me loving my 1956 home and not purchasing a new one I have saved thousands of trees. We have stopped using bottled water and when we do we recycle every single one. We planted a garden. We water only 1 time a week compared to my neighbors who water daily and our grass is still just as green as theirs. Why do I feel like I am not doing enough? Is global warming just political propaganda with a huge marketing agenda behind it? Is this just another "fear tactic" to get us to buy into something that really is not going to happen? Or even if it is propaganda of some sort we are still doing something to help make our planet last a little bit longer and is caring for our world a bad thing? 

I don't want people to be very agreeable, as it saves me the trouble of liking them a great deal. Jane Austen

April Falling

I am blank. I sit here trying to conjure up something of importance to write about, realizing its the banal that so fluidly fills me. The everyday day stuff that is left lingering. My self wanting to get out.   I am exhausted.  I am blank. 

I write and chuckle as if someone besides me is actually going to read this. Remains of this day still having their effect. I partially part with them with each new sip of wine. I wait patiently, my heart starts pumping as I hear, wait, nope nothing. Even now blank. Again.

hola amigas

Sunday was my birthday. In celebration of this event I had about 12 of my dearest friends over for drinks and cupcakes. Women who I have known more than 20 years and some whom I am just beginning to connect with. It's funny how long it takes us to realize how important relationships are. We know we are in them, we know we want them, but to truly understand the magnitude of them isn't realized for years. I am 37 now and I sat in the middle of those women and I just sighed and thought wow. How brilliant, creative, passionate, witty, and interesting they each are. How they compliment one another. How often do women of all walks find that one string that connects them, even if that one string is me. This delicate sewing of connections: memories, stories if you will is vital to how we interact with one another. How each of us finds that common thread that pulls us to one another. With out that dialogue, without that interaction how can we go on trying to understand this world if we won't take the time to converse. I wish I could have painted that night and spewed forth my emotions onto canvas. To recreate for each of them how I see them. How I know them. How I admire them. How I love them.

"Art is not what you see, but what you make others see." Edgar Degas

tiny perfections

I am perplexed by excessiveness, the interrupted; the intermittent; the fractured; the broken; this work is an exploration; there is no singular meaning. It is in flux, as are my emotions, and then juxtaposed inside a box (the canvas), a container, and my heart.


My work continues to be a dispute between the broken (myself) and the healed-a search for continual peace and growth amid the layers of dirt in life. Roots, fruit, boxes, birds, deer, all layers which construct the architecture of who I am and who I want to be.

Mama Manifesto....check it out

I have some really cool friends, who are creative, witty and full of passion. Together they created a blog called Mama Manifesto...Kristen and Ali are bringing the much needed humor to the arena of motherhood and all that it contains! check it out....

www.mamamanifesto.blogspot.com