Krazy Beeootiful

You only see the lines on your face, reminding you of deep hurts and time that marched on leaving you behind.  Your eyes see mostly dark, though light shines from them allowing others to see.   You only see the scars on your face as they are marked...

I took another break – if you can call a few months a short break.  But I had to go on a long walk on unfamiliar roads even if it meant ignoring that gentle yet probing voice in my head that whispered now and then:  Where are you?  After mon...

The sun was already halfway up the sky when  I left home with my usual art fair stuff all packed helter-skelter the night before.  Of course I crammed and on the way to 10A Alabama I kept running a mental list in my head of what I was sure I forgot...

I want to walk along that road lined with monsters on each side To go within the darkest place of me. I want to see what lies there - and maybe see if something lives still I want to run and cut my feet on sharp glass And watch myself bleed Bleed out...

Blame the yarn pom-pom puppets in 2nd grade. They started it all - started her on this non-stop, ever evolving journey of crafting that show no signs of slowing down.  I always thought yarn was never good for anything else except to initiate the inn...

I can’t sew. Oh, I can do a mean running stitch but that’s about it.  Good thing that’s the only stitch that my soutache jewelry asks of me most of the time. Trying to sew using a sewing machine is, for me,  like solving a difficult algebraic...

When I started art journalling and collage, I was at a loss as to how I could create pages with lovely images.  I had not picked up a pencil to draw anything in years and I was hesitant to "mar" the pristine pages of my chosen art journal...