The Echoes Once Felt


“Where my fortune lies”
Mixed media on canvas. Please contact me for price details.

Therein lie the echoes

the echoes of what once was, what

used to be

good and fair and kind

somehow faded into different colors of

what can now be called echoes

this used to be a place where beauty lay

now I must gather my things and

see just where my fortune lies

To purchase this or other goods please visit:

Heres a picture of what my artistic travel mugs look like!

If you want one, please go to:

Wicked Monsters

I’ve created a new video for you all that uploaded on YouTube. I made a new spread in my journal this morning entitled, “wicked monsters”.

Follow along with me:

For this page spread, I used the same basic products as last week.

Deco art shimmer mists

Dylusions paints

cheap brushes lol

craft paints by Marty Stewart

I hope you enjoy it, and if you do please subscribe to my channel!


Tiny little art journals

So, if you follow me on Instagram you may have seen that I wipe my brushes and stencils on copy paper.

It looks like this:

I save them because they look so pretty, don’t you think?

I had so many that I had to figure out what to do with them. So, since I love book binding so much, I decided to make myself some tiny books.


It was so much fun that I just recently made another.


I love these chunky little books so much.



Embrace imperfections

So I made some new art in my visual journal this morning. The title is “embrace in perfections”. I’ve been thinking a lot about this lately. Sometimes I feel like we tend to act like chameleons Trying and striving to adapt to the world around us when really, we should simply embrace who we are and except ourselves just as we are. Embrace imperfections.

I made a little video on my YouTube channel, documenting my process. You can find it here:


I used Dylusions paints, Gesso by Deco Art, brushes were purchased at Michaels and the little word stickers were also purchased at Michaels. The lotus stamp is from my collection and the ink pad is by Clearsnap.

There she stands

There she stands


the girl no one seems to want to love, there

there she is

there she stands

the girl

solitude, she embraces

love, she chases

but to no avail, they

don’t seem to want

what she has to offer:



goood cooking

great music

a glass of wine on a rainy evening

they do not seem to want this


only seem

to want to take take take

and never

ever give

so she stands alone

alone in blissful solitude.


Love is Chaos

This painting is for sale. Please contact me to purchase.

Love is chaos

like this

swirling of emotions


like I love you and hate you and love you and sometimes

I cant stand you

lovd is chaos


giant echo of everything our parents taught us

everything we’ve seen

we are the aftermath of them

love is chaos

it is

the aftermath of toxic lovers and heartache

it is

loving myself first but also please be with me

lovd is chaos

echoes of the aftermath of old lovers and friends

of it when once unrequited

love is chaos

blue: for healing

purple: for power and strength and

I see

with my third eye unblinded

red: for passion



pink: for that real emo love


and a tiny bit of yellow: for success.


it is chaos

echoes of the past self

echoes of who we loved and how we loved and

who we choose to love

the heart wants what it wants, they say

love is chaos.

That’s all they see

All they seem to see these days

are tetas (boobs)

all they seem to see is what they fancy to see, not

caring what is

on her mind or

how much she thinks big thoughts

how she cares or

how she looks at the world

you see

she is

more than just that

more than just boobs

pero solamente ven las tetas

but all they see are boobs.

On Learning to Say No


I do not do for others anymore.

I realize how this sounds, you think perhaps that I am selfish. I am not. Simply, I am choosing to put my kindness in places where it deserves to be, and not where my kindness is not reciprocated. I have two children, and I love them dearly. But if you are over the age of 10, and are not named Dakota or Dharma with my last name, I’m sure I do not owe you unreciprocated kindness. I’m pretty damn sure of this.

So I am learning to say no. I am learning to put my needs ahead of the needs of those who only take take take and never truly give. It’s my time. It’s ME now. This aforementioned statement does not make me selfish. Self love is not selfish. It is not selfish of me to no longer do favors for you when you are never there for me, or loan you money that I’ll never see or give you cigarettes you never pay for.

I am learning to say no and NOT feel guilty. I am learning that when a person shows you who they are, you must believe them.

I am not selfish for putting myself first; for cutting out those who do not do as I.

Dr. Wayne Dyer said we are to surround ourselves with people who are where we are at. I am doing that now. For too long I lived to please others thinking that if I went out of my way, perhaps they’d see me; truly see me. The sad fact about the world we live in is that many are blind. We walk amongst people who have perfect eyesight yet are so blind to the people around them, one can only look and feel sorry for them. What’s even sadder still, is that these very blind people are the ones with the biggest mouths. The ones that vote for the wrong president, the ones that want to see women’s rights depleted to nothing, the ones that have the largest egos.

“If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all the mysteries and all knowledge and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing.”

Love doesn’t use. So please don’t come at me with your tired excuse about how you love your offspring but hate everyone else. Love and hate do not reside in the same building, my friend. Either you are a loving person or a hateful person.

My mother says you know a person by the fruit they bear.

What kind of fruit do you bear?


And then there was she

“And then there was she” 36×26 acrylic in canvas. Available for purchase. Please contact me for purchase price and details.

and then there was she

and then there was that one


girl who had magic in her eyes buried so deep

only real men could see it

whilst others would glance at her

abd see her fairy wings and her

smile so magnetic

if you really looked

you could see her magic

she had a way

of turning dark clouds

to beautiful gemstones

she had this way

of making dark skies blue

of turning black clouds

to beautiful colorful ones

turning sadness to gemstones


heartache and pain

into all the colors of the rainbow

but she lived alone most days

with only her offspring by her side

she lived alone

because she preferred it

then to be used

for only the magic within her

she was okay with being alone

solitude fortified her

made her strong

one day she would know love again

but until then

she chased rainbows and painted the sky

with stars

in her eyes.


And the clouds are weeping

Well, hello there. I’ve made a new painting. I took a tip from a friend of mine and decided to really discipline myself to create every single day. So, every day, with my cup of coffee in hand, I paint.

It’s such a meditative thing to wake up in the morning and drink my coffee while I create. Here’s the newest painting I’ve worked on:

This is called, “And the clouds are weeping”. When finishing this painting, my daughter said, “Mama it looks like the clouds are crying.”

And so I immediately thought of a line from a song by Bob Dylan. It’s the song, “Lovesick”, and one of the lines goes, “….and the clouds are weeping.”

To me, Bob Dylan is truly one of my favorite writers of all time. I didn’t always love him, though. Many moons ago, I sort of was annoyed by him. I was with someone who was his biggest fan, and I suppose, 20 years and 10 concerts later, he’s one of the most influential writers for me.

Here’s the song:


I am not sure what this is about. I suppose I was thinking of the state of affairs of the world today. Or maybe I was thinking about how when it rains, often times the clouds seem to almost hold our emotions. Then it rains and rains even more and we feel and we feel…..and the clouds weep with us. Maybe. Maybe they do.

This painting, as you can see, is made of two panels. If you’re interested in purchasing, please contact me for pricing.

I made a page in my art journal also.

View post on

I love color. I love brightness. Those diamonds are a hand carved stamp that I made. I’ve been thinking I should maybe make some new stamps soon.