About This Collection:
"Magic Finds You"
Sit long enough in the woods on an island and the magic finds you. Under the vibrant canopy of witch hazel and maple, over months I returned to this spot, synching to the pace of the woods above the tideline. And the slow dance unfolded. Light, color and shapes taking root. With each return the sensing got deeper. I don’t know what this sense is called. The noticing started within me, then feeling into the earth I was sitting on, sensing with the nearby plants and trees. We would take joy together at the cedar waxwing call, the ant, the hawk, the breeze and the young deer startling herself when she looked up to see us there. Painting and deep belonging in wildness.
About This Collection:
"Magic Finds You"
Sit long enough in the woods on an island and the magic finds you. Under the vibrant canopy of witch hazel and maple, over months I returned to this spot, synching to the pace of the woods above the tideline. And the slow dance unfolded. Light, color and shapes taking root. With each return the sensing got deeper. I don’t know what this sense is called. The noticing started within me, then feeling into the earth I was sitting on, sensing with the nearby plants and trees. We would take joy together at the cedar waxwing call, the ant, the hawk, the breeze and the young deer startling herself when she looked up to see us there. Painting and deep belonging in wildness.