Sometimes you try to keep things a secret but the Universe has other plans. Over the past few months, while working on a novel set in my birthplace of Jamaica and weaving in some ancestry stories, I created a character out of my imagination. This character was a woman who loved birds and had a room full of birds… (Read more by clicking on title)
For years it was my Plymouth Rock. The red rocks called out to me through the ethers. Come back, come back, they would say . . .
When I was in graduate school I had the great good fortune to study with Shiloh Sophia, renowned visionary artist and founder of Intentional Creativity®. Shiloh’s classes were my introduction to painting the feminine essence, art as a sacred practice and the world of Intentional Creativity.
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I didn’t set out to paint her … she wasn’t on my mind at all when I began this painting. However I had intended to connect with some ancestral wisdom regarding a story I’m writing set in my birthplace of Jamaica.
Once upon a time I worked on the 23rd floor of a sparkly glass office tower in the downtown of a major city. At my desk I processed requests for multi-million dollar mortgages on commercial real estate. It was a great job!
A stellar sighting of a pod of dolphins this Winter Solstice morning from the Deerfield Beach pier.. too elusive to
You speak a language not yet discovered… but I heard you. I saw you appear in my dreams swimming up against a giant aquarium glass, tail swishing, water splashing out…
I’ve been thinking about how the human condition can be brutal. It feels to me as if there are four big archetypes playing out on a grand scale for many people individually and collectively. I call them the Big Four: Victim, Tyrant, Rebel, Savior.
A year ago I made a commitment to just show up each morning and paint before anything else. Why did
It was a crisp sunny autumn day, a bit breezy for sitting outside perhaps but the storied Lawn of the