This is how I came into art and the creative life back in 2005. I was making gifts like these, inspired by the mixed-media world of vintage photos turned into quirky pieces. This is my mom and Greggie as littles. Aren’t they cute?
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One thing led to another and I began using more and more paint, but these were my beginnings of a love of paper and words.

My mom still has these up on her walls, along with all sorts of my very early beginnings. What I learned during that time of my life is that to simply follow our delight is not superficial, but rather it’s a deeply woven thread of remembrance that can lead us home to ourselves.
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My wish for you and all of us is that we listen to the calls of our hearts, however faint or loud, and allow that call to guide us home.



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