The blur of you in the dark 

Morning sky, a mango

My home where the water just flows from the tap

And the soap smells like apple

I know who's here by the cadence of the door

Quiet house like a grandmother’s

The sunlight streams in to touch the plants and my hands

I don’t know who I am these days 

Our demented dog with the world’s most perfect angel baby ears

Just realized he was barking into the void 

Click clack whine into nothing 

Lush black coat polished smooth 

Soft from all the love

We had the most beautiful hike today at Wildcat Glades in Joplin. I had only hiked a portion of it before, and I didn't realize there were cliffs on the other side. Super gorgeous place to spend a Sunday.

Highway 44/visual palindrome

We'll have to bring the paddleboard back here next time

Common watersnake

Thai Time curry with tofu

Chicken of the Woods

I have a show at Club 609, Navigation. It's actually kind of a full circle moment... my first solo show was here at Club 609 back in 2013. It's an honor to return 13 years later. The show will be up through October and November.

Night lights

No Entry

I had this almost religious experience this weekend when I had the Kansas City Zoo Aquarium all to myself for a little while...

My husband, Ryan, ran in the Kansas City Zoo Run. I was going to run too, until I realized I was the only one in the aquarium. What an unusual opportunity and massive gift from the universe it was to spend time with these creatures without the usual crowds and shrieking of children. 

sun salutations

Fleeting moments of beauty.

Refraction. Oil on panel.

Some oil works. I've been doing the underpaintings in red.

Float. Oil on panel.

Hey, do you think you could return my child to me?
Not as a baby girl not
as a butterfly not
as a monster, but a young human
safe
and
healthy
A person in the world
Do you think you could bring him
back to the time when I left him here
Maybe I had asked for something then?
I don’t remember what it could have been.
Did I trade him for something?
Did you take him against my will?
Can you bring him back against his?

Or that 12 year-old, that child on the precipice of self-knowing
The birds sing like he’s still here, but I know he’s not
Golden underworld Eden
Ropes and vines and humming life
If I accidentally left him here, could you please give him back?

What if that 12 year-old is stuck here in the same way that maybe I’m actually standing in front of the bathroom mirror tripping on Salvia divinorum
Dreaming this alternate life
And here he is
Stepping out of the woods, returning to my arms
back to my car back to his body
Embracing

Downpour (Prairie State Park), Watercolor

Continuity, Acrylic on Canvas

Milkweed with Aphids, Watercolor

Wide Open (Prairie State Park), Watercolor

A few different iterations of the prairie. I've been forced into looser painting by both the demands of my body and the demands of my psyche.

Levels, watercolor.