Wednesday, July 29, 2015

Bunking Up

Well, it's happened. Charlie has definitely outgrown his crib. It's time to move on. Since my boys share a room, we're looking into bunk beds. I love the twin over full size bunks. Charlie is a big kid and we need to be able to get in bed with him for changing clothes, diapers and getting into his leg and arm braces. So I'm leaning towards something like you see in the bottom two photos.


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Tuesday, July 28, 2015

Sculptor Michelle Gregor

Have you seen the work of San Francisco Bay Area artist, Michelle Gregor
No? Well, here's a little taste...







I absolutely LOVE her work. 



Monday, July 27, 2015

In the Studio | Do Small Things With Great Love

I wanted to share a commission with you. A friend of mine has recently undergone more than her share of hardship and loss. She is a beacon of light for so many people and now she is hurting and in need of support. I wish I could do more for her and her beautiful children. But sometimes, all you can do is make art. 

My friend's mother past away at the beginning of 2015. Her mother did small things with great love and taught me so much about the little details of day-to-day loving. I usually don't create artwork with a phrase or saying at the center, but for these two precious woman, it seemed appropriate. I thought I'd share it with you. 


"Gail"  -  20 x 20 inch acrylic on canvas



Get a print for yourself HERE.

Friday, July 24, 2015

Peace Please

Every once in a while something blind sides you and rocks you to your core. This usually happens only once in a long while. But this year, its been one after another after another for me. This year, I have had so many things taken away from me. I'm not talking about poor planning on my part or a misuse of time and energy. I'm talking about the universe sweeping its big impartial hand across my table and snatching up the silverware, and then the plates, and then the glasses until I'm left sitting at an empty table. Many people, dear to me, are dead. Many people, dear to me, are dying. Many people, dear to me, have removed themselves from my messy life because it's hard to be with a person in turmoil.

I understand all of this as part of life's growth patterns - all rings in the tree trunk. But my old and practiced ways of moving through the world, and surviving it's blows, seem suddenly inadequate and even dated. My stomach is in knots. My tears are spent. And even those in close proximity to me are questioning my motives and my methods. This has been happening all year long. While I'm not hopeless, certainly, I am cautious. Caution - not usually something I employ. I feel shamed for allowing myself to be emotional and obvious. And I feel stupid for trying to share my life. I don't know what to do anymore except stand in one place, mind my children and make a peaceful nest.

I'm ready for this year of hurting to end. 


Thursday, July 23, 2015

Statera Conference | Gender Parity in the Arts



As many of you know, I'm the Creative Director for Statera Foundation, a non-profit organization dedicated to serving women in the theatre. We are hosting our first conference next week in Cedar City, Utah. If you are an actor, director, technician, stage manager, arts administrator, arts educator or women's advocate, please join me at conference. It's going to be life changing! You can get all of the details HERE and see our incredible line-up of speakers and facilitators HERE.

While regular registration is closed, there are still a few slots left and late registration is available right now! Register today by following the link below:





INAUGURAL STATERA CONFERENCE | JUL 31 - AUG 2, 2015 

Join us for the inaugural Statera Conference 2015 in Cedar City, Utah from July 31 to August 2, 2015. Meet with theater professionals from all over the country for three days of networking, socializing, experience-sharing, theatre-going and more! The Statera conference is all about gender balance and our goal is to take action to bring women into full and equal participation in the American theatre.

The goal of Statera Conference:

The goal of the Statera conference is to take action to bring women into full and equal participation in the American theatre. We will gather to initiate and support action by individuals, organizations and institutions whose stated goal is to work towards gender balance in the arts.

Why are we meeting in Cedar City, Utah? 

We have strategically chosen to meet in the center of the country as a way of engaging both coasts as well as the wide swath of regional theaters scattered across the states. Cedar City, nestled in the middle region of the country, is called Festival City for good reason. The rich arts community is in the midst of great growth with the building of the Beverley Taylor Sorenson Center for the Arts, which will include the Southern Utah Museum of Art as well as the new outdoor Engelstad Theatre at the Utah Shakespeare Festival. Cedar City is also home to the Neil Simon Festival, Off the Cuff Improv Center and various art galleries, with access to Cedar Breaks, Bryce Canyon and Zion National Parks in just a short drive. Cedar City's great artistic growth make it the perfect place for Statera's inaugural conference.

Who will be there? 

We're excited to announce that Mary McColl, Executive Director of Actors' Equity Association, will be giving our keynote address. You'll also have the opportunity to attend small group breakout sessions moderated by noted professionals, attend world class theater at the Utah Shakespeare Festival and network with people from every corner of the theater profession. The conference is open to men and women alike: administrators, designers, educators, technicians, advocates, spouses, etc. The goal of this conference is to initiate and support action by individuals, organizations and institutions whose stated goal is to work towards gender balance in the arts. All are welcome!

Wednesday, July 22, 2015

Being Right or Being in Right Relationship




The Place Where We Are Right
by Yehuda Amichai

From the place where we are right
Flowers will never grow
In the spring.

The place where we are right
Is hard and trampled
Like a yard.

But doubts and loves
Dig up the world
Like a mole, a plow.
And a whisper will be heard in the place
Where the ruined
House once stood.