In a few swift movements, my hand started capturing desert grasses. The motion felt natural. I felt a flow as I simultaneously captured what most see as a barren landscape. 

Inspiration isn’t something I often go searching for. When I slowly adapted my creative processes to reflect my inner landscapes and seasons, I learned inspiration would become a natural part of my creative practice. I would make space to welcome it upon its natural arrival.

I really enjoy the element of texture. There is something really blissful, and very peaceful in the simplicity of something you see that elicits the response of feeling.

I spent the beginning of this year with my creativity. It was bliss to reconnect with my pigments and fall into a friendly routine of discipline. Writing my new book, A Geology of Color gifted me so many beautiful things but I also deeply missed the familiarity of my artwork.