NOVELORICA BLOG

There are times when I worry that I may have lost my mojo. I know I’m not alone in this sentiment, yet it can feel exceptionally lonely. Recently my fear arose in the context of my artwork. To have something so innate - creativity - suddenly become so difficult felt both disturbing and meaningful. How can that be? That’s an odd combination of emotions, but it’s true. Starting with the disturbing part… It might make sense, but it felt horribly uncomfortable to be stuck in th

12x12 Acrylic on Canvas The process of healing through art requires stepping into the MESS - with vulnerability and a willingness to let my hands DO WHAT THEY FEEL. When I give myself the freedom to close my eyes and scratch, claw, twirl, flick, and smooth the paint without worrying about whether it aligns with an image in my mind, I gain access to the unknown parts of myself. Yes, this was painted with my eyes closed the majority of the time. I followed my method of letting

From the depth of the meadow SHE notices sharp mountain peaks rise like blades of damascus steel forged in fire; yet frozen in ice.

Did you know that I wasn’t an Artist before the accident that changed my life? A brief intro to my story and Acquired Savantism