Journal
The Everlasting Note
Were but my world contained in a note of music I would be ever satisfied ever filled on harmony riding on eternity of living in all the fullness of affirming breaths in and out. But chaos consumes when that note is seduced by the ugly pride and runs wild with...
Rehabilitation from the Outside In or is it Inside Out?
Imagine for a moment, a woman living inside this broken-down home. Standing slightly back from the window or perhaps even chained to a chair, not by iron but by a damaged body and shattered spirit. Peering out, lost in belonging to what, she...
Celebrating Diversity Across Canada… Hooray My Series is Finished!
It’s been over a year in the making, longer by several months than I had planned, and I had many moments of wondering whether I had anything creative left in me to finish this big project. But, here before the month is out, it gives me such immense...
The Rock Where Everything’s a Little Off-Kilter
I've never been so charmed by a people as of those from Newfoundland and Labrador. How can you find them anything but endearing? Oh the arts, the culture, the storytelling, the landscapes, ocean creatures, land and sky, the whole of it so rich, it beckons...
Dreams Coming Alive… in the Remembering Places
“Going around by the main road would have been so unromantic; but to go by Lover’s Lane and Willowmere and Violet Vale and the Birch Path was romantic, if ever anything was.” ~ Anne of Green Gables – L. M. Montgomery I was only nine on the cusp of turning...
Brunswick by the Sea: My Photographic Challenge
Ah... Brunswick by the Sea, it had to have been the most challenging, most difficult painting to photograph, and one which after numerous attempts under different lighting situations, I have been unsuccessful in capturing just right. The glare,...
I Hear God Singing to Me: Going Public with my Faith
This past year has been many things, a full stop, a radical shaking up, and a washing away of a lifetime of grief, disappointments, and shame. It’s been a time of reflection, a celebration, and a setting right of all that was gut and mind wrenchingly...
Over the Causeway (and almost down the rabbit hole)
I had thought that working on this painting would be among the easiest ones I would do because Nova Scotia, and particularly Cape Breton, have always held special meaning to me. Boy was I wrong on that! This piece has ended up taking me months...
Once Upon a Time…
What is the word upon my soul, the pen the colour the brushstroke that begs everything to come alive with the beating of my heart, the blood coursing through my veins, the in and out of breath, that was shallow… lifeless before You called me, before You...