Fire Horse

There are moments when something opens… and there is no going back to the way it was before.

On stage…

Vú Ja Dè was one of those nights - an evening of artists gathering without script, creating in real time, held only by presence and trust.

“Paint and tears flowing - my edges felt edgeless - my heart soft, expansive and powerful.”

From my journal…

Painting while sharing energy, love, loss, presence…it felt like riding a Fire Horse bareback.
Gentleness. Power.

Moments barely hanging on - knowing I could be thrown, and also feeling the horse and I in flight.

I had to trust memory carried through lifetimes of making while immersed in the energy of the audience - the energy of my dear friends on stage and my own emotions.


Prayer and play.

I wasn’t just painting a horse - I was cracking something open in myself. The veil was thin. I became devotion.

Now I am back in the quiet of the studio. Back in the stable. Muscles still trembling from the ride.

The painting is here with me and I am listening for what it wants now.

Vú Ja Dè was a threshold night. An activation. A transformation. Holding intense presence. Feeling everything. No sense of time

Flow - and flowing.

Offering and receiving. Emergence and impermance revealed.

For those who feel curious to witness the evening as it unfolded, the livestream is still available here → Vú Ja Dè event photos courtesy of Yarrow Kranner

Opening Night: Zen Rabbits

A handful of my Zen Rabbits hopped into the world for this show. Quiet companions born from charcoal, breath, and the stillness between thoughts. Each one carries a whisper of calm, a moment of pause in a complex world. I drew them during mornings wrapped in silence, when my mind softened and the hand simply followed my heart. Seeing them on the wall - simple, tender, unguarded - felt like watching peace take shape.

A Quiet Sendoff from an Old Companion

bronze bison sculpture at Bozeman Airport

There’s a quiet comfort in finding an old friend just when you’re about to leave - even if he’s made of bronze. I carved this young buffalo from Black Walnut in my 20s. Frankly, he carved a part of me.

Now, decades later, he waits, steady and silent - a patient companion at the threshold of so many journeys. I leave, I return and still he waits, steady as the mountains that first shaped us both.

Izar

“I felt compelled to look at ‘Izar.’ My focus immediately spiraled into his eye. I felt jolted, shaken, and then flooded with soothing waves. As if I was being held, contracted with and released. It was something…flow.”

The words above were recently shared with me via text by someone who has this raven print “Izar” in his life.

Alchemy through art.

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"Hakuko" - from "The Secret Keeper Series"

Created with mixed media: burned wood, gold leaf, turkey skull, lingerie and feathers

Each skull is a thumbprint of the life it bore.  Naked.  Stripped from the colored clothing and of flesh; vulnerable and venerable.  Bones whisper.  

I’m drawn to the whispering.  I listen.  I respond.  I adorn.

“The Secret Keepers” series were born during the weeks spent in service to ten turkey skulls and their whisperings.

“Hakuko” is adorned with remnants from my own nightgown along with Blue Jay feathers and plastic pearls from my wedding preparations - mounted on gold leaf and burned wood.

I couldn’t be more thrilled with the special being who purchased “Hakuko” at my studio open house last month. Today I will carefully pack and ship the piece to its new home in Tucson.

Please respond, call, email or text if you are interested in seeing more of the “Secret Keepers”

(the feathers were sustainably sourced in the UK)