Our kids are home today, as schools around here close to honor and remember the life and work of Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.. Growing up in the eighties, we celebrated the third Monday in January by coloring purple-outlined ditto worksheets declaring our...
It’s 2017 and I’m coming back to this place after almost three years to share a little bit of my art, to collect a few thoughts. I’m working this year at creating a sketch a day, and sharing them over on instagram. I’d love to connect over...
I sit down at the dining room table with the familiar mess: a million shards of safety-scissored scrap-paper transformed into a miniature bookshelf by a miniature artist; a formidable stack of papers from the preschool; a leaning tower of library books; and an...
When I painted the cracked tea cup, one of my dearest (and smartest) friends asked if I’d heard of the practice of kintsugi. It began in 15th century Japan. A shogun, sent a damaged tea bowl back to China for repair. It was returned to him in one piece, but the...
This summer, I had the privilege of illustrating these sketches for (in)courage and Mercy House Kenya. Today, the Pure Charity campaign launches to help Mercy House Kenya serve the women who call it home. We can be a small part of their story by joining any or all of...
I spent a good portion of my childhood doodling away. I’d borrow library books for the illustrations alone, with plenty of Robert McCloskey, Beatrix Potter and Garth Williams always nearby. Children’s books are the place I first discovered art, besides, of...
