Prairie Seed Pod

I’ve been contemplating how wild seeds germinate and grow, some needing ice and cold stratification. Enduring difficulties prepares them for growth on the prairie.  There is something quite magical about small things growing into greatness despite difficulties. My rendition of a prairie seed is made with stone texture, embedded grain, paint, rust and earth pigments […]

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Greening Fields

And as we approach the Old World start of the agricultural year, St Bridget’s day (Feb 1-2), there is sense of welcoming on the land. My rendition of a snow covered field greening in the east is made of stone texture, paint, rust, and Smoky Hill river silt. What I love about creating this piece […]

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Return of the Sun

This rising sun was born on the longest night, the tipping point of dark versus light. I attached sprigs of freshly cut evergreen cedar and set it under the prairie moon to rest in the night’s darkness to greet the rising sun of the winter solstice. Even though we still have long nights ahead, there […]

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Murmuration of Blackbirds

Murmurations are mystery incarnate to me. Forming to swoop over prairie fields picking at fallen grain, their structure and form mesmerizes. I’ll stop what I’m doing to watch. It draws me in fully. Frenetic thoughts and worries vanish, instead I am there, fully present. And maybe, that’s their gift. […]

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Smoky Hill Sandbar

Nature shows us how to navigate change in the shifting sandbars of a river. Sediment allows waters to shape it into new beings without resistance. This piece is my expression of the Smoky Hill an her sandbars, a slow river that meanders through some of the prettiest parts of the American High Plains. It has […]

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Over the Moon

Warm growing months are nature’s chorus of vibrant life and hopefulness. The perfect time to sit outside and watch the stars drift under the enveloping light of a glowing moon. This homage to the season of renewal has stone texture, grain, rust, paint and ash of budded field sage, harvest by hand at the peak […]

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Moon of Spirit Born

This painting draws it name from e.e. cummings who wrote, “Yours is the light by which my spirit’s born: – you are my sun, my moon, and all my stars.” A moon painting to celebrate the birth of summer blossoms, a season of growth and renewal. I finished it in the bright days leading to […]

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Plains Tornado

Like most people who live in tornado alley, I’ve seen my fair share. The truth is, lives are irrevocably changed by tornadoes. They are ferocious entities of twisting, beautiful wind laying bare the world. The best tornadoes skip along the open prairie, harming none, and mesmerizing us with their intensity. The worst, leave a path […]

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Now, is the Season to Plant

One of my favorite sayings attributed to Martin Luther is even if I knew that tomorrow the world would end, I would still plant my apple tree. What a lovely affirmation in uncertain times, for it draws us toward the innate goodness of things. My rendition of a garden patch invites you to consider what […]

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