Becoming Through Art
Some People Visit. Some People Stay.
I wanted a quieter door inside Ourea Luna for the people who keep coming back. That became The Ourea Luna Circle.
Some People Visit. Some People Stay.
I wanted a quieter door inside Ourea Luna for the people who keep coming back. That became The Ourea Luna Circle.
Venice Is No Longer an Idea on a Calendar
September is close enough now that Venice has stopped feeling like a date in the future. It has become a room, paintings, dresses, models, shipping, schedules, and a thousand small...
Venice Is No Longer an Idea on a Calendar
September is close enough now that Venice has stopped feeling like a date in the future. It has become a room, paintings, dresses, models, shipping, schedules, and a thousand small...
A Lot Has Happened — So I’m Breaking It Into Pi...
A lot has happened since Venice—enough that one update could never hold all of it. So I’m sharing this next part the way it has actually unfolded: piece by piece.
A Lot Has Happened — So I’m Breaking It Into Pi...
A lot has happened since Venice—enough that one update could never hold all of it. So I’m sharing this next part the way it has actually unfolded: piece by piece.
Seeing My Story Through Someone Else’s Eyes
As an artist, I am usually standing too close to the process to see the entire picture. A writer often sees something different. Recently, my work and story have begun...
Seeing My Story Through Someone Else’s Eyes
As an artist, I am usually standing too close to the process to see the entire picture. A writer often sees something different. Recently, my work and story have begun...
When My Paintings Become Wearable Art
Some paintings ask to remain on a wall. Others seem to want a body, movement, and a life beyond the frame. This is the story of how the world of...
When My Paintings Become Wearable Art
Some paintings ask to remain on a wall. Others seem to want a body, movement, and a life beyond the frame. This is the story of how the world of...
Why I’m Returning to Venice
When I left Venice in July, I believed I was carrying home the memories of one extraordinary exhibition. I did not realize I was also carrying the beginning of the...
Why I’m Returning to Venice
When I left Venice in July, I believed I was carrying home the memories of one extraordinary exhibition. I did not realize I was also carrying the beginning of the...
