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I Found Treasure

I Found Treasure

I have had an instant camera floating around my studio for years. It was in my mom’s car when she passed away and who knows how long she had it...

I Found Treasure

I have had an instant camera floating around my studio for years. It was in my mom’s car when she passed away and who knows how long she had it...

Tell Me a Story

Tell Me a Story

My mornings typically begin with a hot cup of coffee, a review of plans for the day, and inevitably a scroll through Instagram. One morning last week I came across...

Tell Me a Story

My mornings typically begin with a hot cup of coffee, a review of plans for the day, and inevitably a scroll through Instagram. One morning last week I came across...

Spring Is Coming!

Spring Is Coming!

Ironically, my latest series of prints was born in a time of quarantine while longing for Spring and eager to get out of the house. From my bedroom window I...

Spring Is Coming!

Ironically, my latest series of prints was born in a time of quarantine while longing for Spring and eager to get out of the house. From my bedroom window I...

Magnolias

Magnolias

She calls me Darlin’ yet we’ve never met in person. Her witty emails sound like letters from home to me so I always love to see her name in my...

Magnolias

She calls me Darlin’ yet we’ve never met in person. Her witty emails sound like letters from home to me so I always love to see her name in my...

How Presbyterian, Honey

How Presbyterian, Honey

"How Presbyterian" was my mom's way of accepting that some things just weren't meant to be. There are occasions with my art that this applies to.

How Presbyterian, Honey

"How Presbyterian" was my mom's way of accepting that some things just weren't meant to be. There are occasions with my art that this applies to.

Older Than Dirt

Older Than Dirt

She walked by my booth with little fanfare. Alone. Not carrying anything. As if she was out for a walk and just strolled into the art show to see what...

Older Than Dirt

She walked by my booth with little fanfare. Alone. Not carrying anything. As if she was out for a walk and just strolled into the art show to see what...

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