Avem Tarot

I’ve been keeping a tarot journal where I write and draw spontaneously about individual cards to deepen my meanings for them. I am very committed to developing a reading style that is based on our modern understanding of mental health and personal growth rather than on esoteric or new age principals. The drawing above I made from a journal session about the Knight of Pentacles.

Art Walk

I was part of Sunday Stories Art Walk on Instagram and wanted to post my part here for anyone who missed it. The art displayed is all conveniently available here. I will be adding more prints to my shop, if there is a piece you would especially like to see available as a print please message me. Thanks!

“Ruby” watercolor
“Two Spotted Towhees” watercolor
“Doug Fir” watercolor

Breathing

I walk into the dark woods
under the evening clouds
to sit on a log.

The woods begin breathing oxygen
and we menace each other
as the owls leave
their tight camouflage to hunt
and the moon chases the sun
over the edge of the neighborhood.

Darkness is soft at least.

On the way home the crows cackle.
The sound of shopping carts and aluminum cans
sharpen the silence as the sun fades
little by little.

Independent Artists

11 Independent women artists have teamed up to share our work and thank our supporters. Artists, in order of appearance: Binta Thérèse, Carrie Tasman, Diana Ryan, Darlene Klister (Firelight Designs), Jennifer Lommers, Marianne Post, Sharon King, Alexandra Schaefers, Jan Maitland, Jan Roberts-Dominguez, and Louise Magno (Natural Moments Studio). Find links to us here: https://linktr.ee/independentartistso…

Jennifer Lommers made this amazing video. She is a full-time artist and this is one of the many things she’s doing to keep her art going through the pandemic, normally she would be at a lot of art fairs over the summer! I’m really honored to be included!

Nearness of Wings

A hawk flies into a tall pine
followed by an angry crow.
A towhee screes across the street
while I walk down the hill
from the neighborhood
into the woods
where everything is filling in
with new shades of green.

The mallards are in the creek
where I stop to sketch the trees.
It’s an uneventful session today,
drawing impatiently in the woods.

When I cross the road
from the trail head to go home
I feel my last chance
slipping away from me.

I walk under the freeway
and hear a Red-winged Blackbird
for the first time here.

Did they just move in to this swale
built between I-5 and Barbur
when the cattails
became tall enough to perch on?

It’s such a tiny piece of wetlands
abbreviated by the street
that leads back to my dry wall cube.
A townhouse that is suddenly more
than an address on an avenue.
It is a place just north of the swale
and west of the creek
in the nearness of wings.