when i look at a blank canvas my initial thought/feeling is straight up fear. my insecurity rises to max capacity as i think about the cost of materials, lack of knowledge and know how, what the heck am i going to paint and the preverbial, why? why am i even doing this? however, as each color is laid to rest on the canvas, is squeezed out and smeared i find my heart slowing down and my joy meter rising. not because i've created anything fabulous or even something i like. it's

one of my most favorite things about what i do is who i am able to work alongside. namely, my sweet lilly jane. if i am painting, crafting, or even in the rare chance cleaning our craft room and she is home, she is right there with me. i have often said, she has more creative inspiration in her pinky finger than i do within my entire being. she, however, hasn't recognized it yet. more times than not, she sits in awe of me and whatever i am working on as i simultaneously