Sitting by the lake surrounded by woods painted in red and gold, the crows squawking in the background, I'm struck by how much I love my home. I'm incredibly lucky to have landed in this little piece of heaven. I've been here longer than I've lived anywhere in my life and it nurtures me in ways that are too deep for words. Last night over dinner a friend commented that she'd never seen a home that so reflected the owner. If a place can share a soul then this home shares a par

This week didn't go as planned but we all know life seldom does. Instead of sailing to Charleston, something I'd been planning for months, I felt overwhelmed by work and decided to be practical and stick close to home. Maybe because I was giving up a big fun adventure I felt compelled to make it worth the sacrifice and turn up my productivity. It's been a busy week of early mornings, late nights, and trips to Home Depot with paint in my hair. I had several unfinished fresco

During the painful days of my divorce 10 years ago I poured my heart out in words and prayers hidden below surface of my encaustic paintings. My art at that time was inspired by the upheaval in my personal life. In 1986 on the day prior to the Challenger Space Shuttle tragedy, I had a strange déjà vu feeling while painting explosions of white on a big sky blue canvas. The next morning I had the same déjà vu feeling as I watched the live television news feeds of Challenger tak