When I started painting Cottages of the Pacific Northwest, I wanted to capture the region’s charm — but the journey changed me. What I found were stories of struggle, resilience, and quiet hope. Art can’t fix everything, but it can help us see.

Every life tells a story —page by page, choice by choice. Some editions end in quiet tragedy, a life edited down by isolation, by silence, by the poisons that promised relief.

If you need help right now, text 988 I hope this article describe a real life story of how art acts as therapy. Please know if you need...

"It wasn’t until October 2022, 10 months after my mom passed away, that I said goodbye. I went on a 6-day silent retreat at the Crestone...

How did I learn to paint? By reaching into my heart and soul. First finding that place. Then letting the art flow to the end of my paint...

Well, no, said my inner voice. Back in 2001, just before 9/11, I took early retirement from the telephone company. I was (and still am) a...