Art Blog
Here is to Another Year of Absurdity
My first full year as an artist is officially under my belt, and somewhere along the way, I’ve started to feel comfortable in my own skin - specifically, as a not-so-serious...
Here is to Another Year of Absurdity
My first full year as an artist is officially under my belt, and somewhere along the way, I’ve started to feel comfortable in my own skin - specifically, as a not-so-serious...
Holidays in the Caribbean - My 4th Christmas in...
Holidays in Bocas del Toro don’t look much like the ones I grew up with. There’s no frantic mall energy, no heavy winter coats, no perfectly staged family photos.
Holidays in the Caribbean - My 4th Christmas in...
Holidays in Bocas del Toro don’t look much like the ones I grew up with. There’s no frantic mall energy, no heavy winter coats, no perfectly staged family photos.
Soooo, Why Bocas?
When we landed in Bocas del Toro for the first time, we were ready to make it home ... even though neither of us had ever set foot there. It...
Soooo, Why Bocas?
When we landed in Bocas del Toro for the first time, we were ready to make it home ... even though neither of us had ever set foot there. It...
For Art's Sake - Painting in My Bocas Bubble
I was recently asked how I create my online art designs. As I started explaining my painting process, they stopped me and said, “Wait, you PAINTED these?”
For Art's Sake - Painting in My Bocas Bubble
I was recently asked how I create my online art designs. As I started explaining my painting process, they stopped me and said, “Wait, you PAINTED these?”
Retiring in Bocas del Toro: Life as a Work of Art
For many, retirement here isn’t about “slowing down.” It’s about finally living fully. Morning swims replace commutes. Fresh papaya and coffee take the place of rushed breakfasts. The sound of...
Retiring in Bocas del Toro: Life as a Work of Art
For many, retirement here isn’t about “slowing down.” It’s about finally living fully. Morning swims replace commutes. Fresh papaya and coffee take the place of rushed breakfasts. The sound of...
Finding Art (Again) At 49
I didn’t think I’d be an artist at 49. That sounds strange coming from someone who lugged around art supplies for 30 years. But for most of my adult life,...
Finding Art (Again) At 49
I didn’t think I’d be an artist at 49. That sounds strange coming from someone who lugged around art supplies for 30 years. But for most of my adult life,...