Whether I’m walking in a forest, floating in a tide pool, or sitting in stillness and drinking in the sound of the wind, I am reuniting with parts of myself that call me home.

I think of home as place within myself, a state of being.

It’s the only place that I can create from with any sense of authenticity and satisfaction. So I’ve learned how to enroll the art of embodiment so that I can reawaken a sense of home when I’m back in my studio.

Embodiment has been a cornerstone of my world for most of my life and is what I learned, practiced and taught in the years when I strayed from the visual arts in my twenties into a long and fruitful career in the healing arts.  

Now, as I navigate the terrain of my sixties, blessed to have the privilege of living and learning this new life texture, my art making is a rudder and an endless portal for creative homecoming. I'm hopeful it will inspire yours!