Yellow Lake

Yellow Lake

So other than the fact that the colors are interesting, why is the lake yellow anyhow?

Well for one thing, the whole darn scene is alive and following its own agenda rather than ours. You’ve got trees marching over the horizon, clouds hanging in the sky checking it all out, and the yellow lake not reflecting the blue sky like it’s supposed to. Darn uppity lake, anyhow.

So who says things have to behave in ways we’re used to? We humans tend to get awfully confused when things don’t follow a “normal” script. And sometimes they just don’t. Or won’t. So we explain those things away as hallucinations, delusions, dreams, mental illness, fabrications, anything to avoid dealing with the reality that sometimes reality doesn’t behave, well, like reality.

Kids know better, of course.

Messes with our tidy boxed up categorized and domesticated safe little worldviews, though. Unless you’re some kind of mystic or shaman or new age flake or something weird like that, which in itself is quite enough for those of us who aren’t to dismiss it anyway. Or a kid. But hey, what do kids know?

Except sometimes the sky is blue and the lake is yellow, and trees march over the horizon. And little orbs of light start floating around.


This is one of my favorite styles to work with — it’s reminiscent of a block print, a look I really like, but it isn’t. The original is acrylic, painted with brushes with a strong graphic look. The paint is protected with a semigloss or satin protective varnish. It’s easy to gently clean with a soft cloth and water, even mild soap if necessary, just don’t scrub. I paint on paper mounted on plywood, so it’s very stable and sturdy. And it’s small (the original is 8” x 8” x 1/2”), so it’s perfect for small spaces.

This image is from my new gallery, Paintings — check it out here when you get a chance.


A Place to Rest

A Place to Rest Small

Come on in and meditate.

Doesn’t it look like you could just snuggle in and feel all safe and cozy and one with everything? (No jokes about the Dalai Lama and the hot dog vendor, please!)

So here’s the thing: you just need a little opening, a crack in the world, to send yourself into if you’re going to journey to another realm, and these flowers are as good a place to dive in as any. Just imagine yourself (remember imagining?) floating in behind the petals and the tendrils and let your very capable imagination take you deep into the magical lands of Spirit.

Patience, gently now…

Oh, did I mention that “imagination” is not the same thing as “pretend”? Although you can start by pretending, (kind of like priming a pump) “imagination” is actually a western misnomer for “eyes of the soul.”

Just as real as the optical variety, you know.

This image is from my gallery, Xtreme Florals — check it out when you get a chance! To see a full resolution image of this digital artwork in full detail please go here:

Leave the Light on For Me

Leave the Light on For Me FAA SmallTwilight. The crack between worlds. A time of power when it’s neither day or night, but something in between. It’s a time when medicine people of many indigenous cultures slip more easily into the vast landscape of spirit.

But it’s a journey that sometimes risks danger, and so the traveler to those far lands does well to have something to call her and guide her back should she risk staying too long. The sound of a drum. Chanting.

A light.

To those who travel in the twilight: look for the drum, the song. Listen for the light.

This image is from my gallery, Out Here in the Country — check it out when you get a chance! To see a full resolution image of this digital artwork in full detail or to purchase a high quality print either framed or unframed, please go here