A book is on the horizon! Triptych, my spiritual memoir, will be released April 2, 2016.
We’ll officially begin the book launch with the new year, so for all the information, goodies and events, follow now at:
As we approach the release, you’ll have an opportunity to join the Triptych journey in several ways. We’ll share excerpts from the book, insights into the unique cover-design process, invitations to events, updates on collaborations we’re brewing with other artists, and more.
An introduction as we begin:
Kelsey Widman, a former student of mine is now my publication assistant extraordinaire. Kelsey will be helping me manage the many details of launching a book– and making me look more tech-savvy than I am. I hope many of you will be able to meet her; her smarts, hard work, and good company are already gifts in this season.
As always, thanks for accompanying me on this journey toward wisdom and beauty. I’m thrilled we get to share this new chapter.
Ruminate, besides being a beautiful journal focused on serious consideration of faith and art, has been a steady supporter of my work. I’d like to return the favor.
Ruminate needs to raise $60,000 by Friday or they will close in December.
If you donate to their Art Matters: Keep Ruminate Alive! campaign I’ll match it.
I’ve got $500 here in matching funds, so– in support of a contemplative forum for faith and art, and the power of community support– please make a gift. When you do, let me know and I’ll match it.
And, just think, then you can add “art patron” to your resume.
After a lonely, trying day, a girl has to be allowed some indulgence. Something she does just for herself. I visit my European boyfriends.
Exchanging intimacies with Degas and considering contemplation in the latest Ruminate post.
When church is hollow and art is not, when vows are cold and temptation is hot, how do we reconcile a life abundant?
Interrogating passion, gifts, tests and who gets to measure in this month’s Ruminate post.
I yell at my kids
9 months a year. Together
we shout: Summer’s here!
Hurry! Eat– Hurry!
Dress– Hurry! Brush– Hurry! Shoes–
Morning has broken.
Woman plodding through.
Girl-child grasps her hand, every
where skipping she goes.
Twelve shut in a room,
some men, none angry. Futures
Because I gave her
time. She led me on, taking
care of everything.
Frankly, churches and artists could use some relationship therapy. And as many of us know by now, the first thing a therapist will tell you is it’s all about communication.
A little how-to in this month’s Ruminate post.
Ode to my latte,
sweet caffeine dream of the morn.
Love brewed in a cup.
1 table, 8 loves
all seen in moments of birth
eat, drink, know, be known
So white here, I say.
He laughs, my new-met other
color word brother.
for April, ice, remember,
holds stored nourishment.
The fragrant pear, blushed
as my daughter’s cheek, picked
half the world away.
comes in a cup with lemon,
knots untied with friends.
What have you to say
today? Another friend tells,
cuts her hair before.