Women

"I feel there is something unexplored about woman that only a woman can explore."

- Georgia O'Keeffe

Fall

24x48, oil on canvas

Down to the Water

30x40, oil on canvas

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Somnis Imago Mortis

Oil on canvas, 40x30

Blues

36x36, oil on canvas

Inspired by a steamy summer adventure, driving through the heart of the Mississippi Delta, this painting portrays the spiritual, magical, and mythical heart of the Blues. The Blues were "born under a bad sign" on a plantation, perfected by a mystical encounter with the Devil at "the crossroads," and spread across the country by a flood and migration of Biblical proportions. Saturday nights spent dancing to the Blues, or "Devil's music," contrasted with Sunday mornings at church, singing in a choir. While gospel music uplifted and spoke to the faith and hope needed by ex-slaves, now sharecroppers, to persevere in the face of obstacles, Blues were a salve for and expression of broken hearts, suffering, and longing.

Heart of the Forest

acrylic & gold leaf on canvas, 24x36

Kimono

oil on canvas, 36x36

Sunday Morning

oil on canvas, 36x36

Sunday is the golden clasp that binds together the volume of the week. ―Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Through the Golden Door

oil on canvas, 48x48

"Give me your tired, your poor,

Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free...

Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me,

I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"

These words are part of a poem written on a plaque at the base of the Statue of Liberty, herself an immigrant woman, who stands watch over America's Eastern harbor. As the current political climate sparked new debate about who can and cannot enter the United States, I saw in my mind's eye the waves of previous generations of women washing ashore from every continent; their diversity, strength, and courage creating the bright and beautiful tapestry which is the foundation of this great country. Any American who is not First Nation has ancestors who were permitted passage through the "golden door" into this country. Who will we be and what will be lost if we close the door?

Harvest

oil on canvas, 24x30

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I learned about the sacred art of self decoration with the monarch butterflies perched atop my head, lightning bugs as my night jewelry, and emerald-green frogs as bracelets.
― Clarissa Pinkola Estes, Women Who Run with the Wolves

Bugged I

oil on canvas, 36x36

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The unconscious mind is a repository, a "cauldron" (Freud) of primitive wishes and impulse kept at bay. It is dark earth, the ground underneath, full of angels and demons, creepy crawlies, things that bug and pester us through dreams and impulses that we often cannot bear to understand.

Bugged II

oil on canvas, 36x36

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Wallflower

oil on canvas, 30x40

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Iris

oil on canvas 36x36

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Received Honorable Mention, Springville Museum of Art 2016

In mythology, irises symbolize the connection between Heaven and Earth. This painting is a meditation on how we know and arrive at spiritual truth. The paths are numerous and harmonizing: nature, revelation directly from the Divine, our own intuition and emotions, and stories and knowledge recorded by others both ancient and modern.

3 Graces

oil on board, 30x42

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Beauty, Bloom, & Bliss

The Three Graces, celebrated in classical literature and art, were the daughters of Jupiter (or Zeus in Greek mythology), and companions to the Muses. Thalia (youth and beauty) is accompanied by Euphrosyne (mirth), and Aglaia (elegance).

Diver

oil on canvas, 30x40

As with any descent to the unconscious, there comes a time when one simply hopes for the best, pinches one's nose, and jumps into the abyss. If this were not so, we would not have needed to create the words heroine, hero, or courage.”

― Clarissa Pinkola Estes, Women Who Run with the Wolves

Green Room

oil on canvas, 36x42

I rose from marsh mud
algae, equisetum, willows,
sweet green, noisy
birds and frogs.
― Lorine Niedecker

Magnolia

oil on canvas, 30x40

Louisiana in September was like an obscene phone call from nature. The air--moist, sultry, secretive, and far from fresh--felt as if it were being exhaled into one's face. Sometimes it even sounded like heavy breathing. Honeysuckle, swamp flowers, magnolia, and the mystery smell of the river scented the atmosphere, amplifying the intrusion of organic sleaze. It was aphrodisiac and repressive, soft and violent at the same time. In New Orleans, in the French Quarter, miles from the barking lungs of alligators, the air maintained this quality of breath, although here it acquired a tinge of metallic halitosis, due to fumes expelled by tourist buses, trucks delivering Dixie beer, and, on Decatur Street, a mass-transit motor coach named Desire.
― Tom Robbins, Jitterbug Perfume

Sunflower

oil & gold leaf on canvas, 30x40

Who knows what may lie around the next corner? There may be a window somewhere ahead. It may look out on a field of sunflowers. -Joe Hill

Sisters

oil on canvas, 30x40

A sister is both your mirror - and your opposite.

- Elizabeth Fishel

Picnic (My Analytic Dream)

oil on canvas, 30x40

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Having a lover/friend who regards you as a living growing criatura, being, just as much as the tree from the ground, or a ficus in the house, or a rose garden out in the side yard... having a lover and friends who look at you as a true living breathing entity, one that is human but made of very fine and moist and magical things as well... a lover and friends who support the ciatura in you... these are the people you are looking for. They will be the friends of your soul for life. Mindful choosing of friends and lovers, not to mention teachers, is critical to remaining conscious, remaining intuitive, remaining in charge of the fiery light that sees and knows.”
― Clarissa Pinkola Estes, Women Who Run with the Wolves

Sleep Walker

oil on canvas, 30x40

Properly speaking, the unconscious is the real psychic; its inner nature is just as unknown to us as the reality of the external world, and it is just as imperfectly reported to us through the data of consciousness as is the external world through the indications of our sensory organs.
― Sigmund Freud, The Interpretation of Dreams

Poppy

oil & gold leaf on canvas, 24x36

Every habit he's ever had is still there in his body, lying dormant like flowers in the desert. Given the right conditions, all his old addictions would burst into full and luxuriant bloom.
― Margaret Atwood

Rose

oil on canvas, 30x40

Wild

oil on canvas, 30x40

The doors to the world of the wild Self are few but precious. If you have a deep scar, that is a door, if you have an old, old story, that is a door. If you love the sky and the water so much you almost cannot bear it, that is a door. If you yearn for a deeper life, a full life, a sane life, that is a door.”
― Clarissa Pinkola Estes, Women Who Run with the Wolves

Paired

oil on canvas, 30x40

Spring

oil on canvas, 24x36

The psyches and souls of women also have their own cycles and seasons of doing and solitude, running and staying, being involved and being removed, questing and resting, creating and incubating, being of the world and returning to the soul-place.

-Clarissa Pinkola Estes, Women Who Run with the Wolves

Contemporary Western

"May your trails be dim, lonesome, stony, narrow, winding and only slightly uphill. May the wind bring rain for the slickrock potholes fourteen miles on the other side of yonder blue ridge. May God's dog serenade your campfire, may the rattlesnake and the screech owl amuse your reverie, may the Great Sun dazzle your eyes by day and the Great Bear watch over you by night."

- Edward Abbey

Ruby in the Dust

24x36, oil on canvas

Hello cowgirl in the sand
Is this place
at your command...
Hello ruby in the dust
Has your band
begun to rust...

- Neil Yoing

Saddled, oil on canvas, 34x36

Big Chief

oil on canvas, 48x36

Moonrise Over Dry Creek

24x36, oil on canvas

Couples

Oh Deer

oil on canvas, 36x36

There is nothing nobler or more admirable than when two people who see eye to eye keep house as man and wife, confounding their enemies and delighting their friends. -Homer

Wedding Day

oil on canvas, 36x48

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Mothers & Children

As it stands, motherhood is a sort of wilderness through which each woman hacks her way, part martyr, part pioneer; a turn of events from which some women derive feelings of heroism, while others experience a sense of exile from the world they knew. -Rachel Cusk

Spirit Animals

oil on canvas, 30x40

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Madonna

oil on canvas, 48x60

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Mother & Child

Oil & gold leaf on canvas, 30x40

Bedtime

oil & gold leaf on canvas, 24x36

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Read me a story,

and tuck me in tight,

say a sweet prayer,

and kiss me goodnight.

Immaculate Confection

oil on canvas, 24x24

Motherhood

oil & gold leaf on canvas, 30x40

Improvisations

Magnolias

Oil and gold leaf on canvas

48x36

This painting bloomed out of lazy time in the South. The heavy air, nights spent drinking and dancing at jazz and blues clubs, and everywhere the thick sweet magnolia blossoms, perched amongst waxy leaves like palm sized clusters of white chocolate shavings. This painting was reworked from a simpler state: turquoise deepened into navy, emerald green into sludge. Then the addition of gold leaf like lightning, or branches catching Southern sunlight between the blossoms.