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I love the slow descent into winter. The hint of frost in the morning. The way the sunlight grows weaker, and penetrates shadows less and less.
My morning walks have been a brisk joy.
Speak Sweetly, and With a Tender Tongue, 2020
I'd like to do a run of limited edition prints of this piece for the holidays - what do you think?
INKTOBER 16, 2019
I am not participating in Inktober this year, so here is a piece from last year's challenge.
INKTOBER DAY 8, 2019
I am not participating in Inktober this year, but here is a post from last year. This sweet bobcat is still one of my favorites.
INKTOBER DAY 3, 2019
I am not participating in inktober this year, but here is one of my favorite pieces from last year. This whole series allowed me to lean into the fast and fluid linework that I had been playing with.
OUR DEEPEST SPACES GLOW LIKE A HUNDRED THOUSAND STARS, 2020
This piece is available on @everydayorig
“Speak Sweetly, And With A Tender Tongue”
New piece on @everydayorig. Speak with beauty, with fresh new growth on your lips. Embrace new beginnings, lean into hard spaces. Do not let the shame that comes from shedding that which does not serve you work it’s way into your tongue
DISPLACEMENT, 2019
I created this piece last year when our household was told that our lease would not be renewed. Skulls are usually a symbol of transition and vulnerability for me, and often they serve as a self-portrait as I work through some change.