This is a month of celebration in our family as we welcome our new grandson, Noah James Belt. My art is the musing of a long distance grandmother, waiting for news of the birth and dancing in the miracle of new life. I listen to the stories of our son and daughter in law and [...]

My art has always served as a means to discernment.  After my mother died a few years ago, I noticed an attraction to the innocent knowing in children’s faces. They called to me from the New York Times magazine, from a Global Fund for Children book called Faith (celebrating children of different religious traditions), and [...]

      This month I have been meeting twice a week with dream groups.  As we dive into our dreams, it is with an awareness that every aspect of the dream is a reflection of ourselves.  This is true in our imagining, and in our art, as well.  If it doesn’t appear first in [...]

I remember standing on the bridge between the villages of Eton and Windsor, watching as swans spread their wings to return upriver from where the wintry waters of the Thames had carried them, separating them from their nesting ground.  It was a sacred experience to see the majesty of their broad wings carrying them with [...]

I find that art is a prayer.  I start with intention – as well as some degree of doubt, distraction and hope… But as I move my hand and a form begins to take shape, I’m caught up in a process that cradles me.  The cadences of the prayer, in this case the smears and [...]

This swan has been waiting for me to give it form.  I haven’t known why, but there is no doubt that she’s been calling me.  It was only as my hand-made Japanese papers and gold leaf were drying today that I paused to look in my Ted Andrews Animal  Speak guide to see what swans [...]

I’m grateful this month for the surprise of new beginnings.  Just a month after my father’s passing, I’m amazed at the grace and light that shine through my dreams and waking hours as I learn to recognize his transformed presence.  It seems to me that this is the greatest gift we can be given, to [...]

After starting this figure on an afternoon in November, I was interrupted by a call from Hospice telling me that my elderly father had taken a turn for the worse.  I left her unfinished for weeks as I went to sit with him.  She was a backdrop as I said good bye, and eventually returned [...]

A new angel. Facing a black gessoed surface, I make my first pass with molding paste and see what suggests itself.  This is like peering into the subconscious and noticing what rises to the surface. Today is an easy day.  The angel who arises is feeling the energy of this 11-11-11 phase,  a jackpot of [...]

Each month when I sit down to write my invitation to FF, I look at my art and I’m surprised at how it reflects where I am.  It often serves as an affirmation of the meaning that transcends what is happening on the surface of my days.  In October, I joined a group of artists [...]