Ink Flourishes

 As we approach the last days of December in a year like no other, the word that is in my head and heart is Wonder. I wonder at the year we ...

 Here we are half way through December. Time continues to fly by and I wanted to greet you before things get too busy as I complete this mon...

 This morning my walk to the post office was especially quiet and mindful. There was a little bit of slushy snow on the road and the tree br...

This month I have been so busy getting ready for my online class through Acorn Arts Classroom . I will be  teaching Festive Offhand Flourish...

 Yesterday our clocks turned back for an hour. I said goodbye to October and welcomed November.  I am always noticing how different the ligh...

I am currently sitting at my partially cluttered studio desk as I prepare this blog post. I am used to a pretty meticulous routine of washin...

 It seems I start most of blog posts marvelling that another calendar page has turned. 2020 is a remarkably strange year but in its own uni...

Right now I am in my quiet studio with the windows open to hear the baby bluejays in the yard. Usually the first bird to visit the garden in...

This week I would have been in Atlanta surrounded by pen friends, getting nearly no sleep, being incredibly inspired, spending money at John...