Tag Archive for Freedom

Sometimes by the power of gravity, The matrix – The battle of heart and greed….Talent and mockery, There’s a great wave – an equalizer when the cosmos align just right. All sense of competition- Yearning for validation, Goes completely away- And we are all once again on the same front line, facing the same set of issues and demands. Awake or asleep to the big mysteries, open or closed to the possibility that you can participate in your own sacred path. Grammar and punctuation aside- Who is writing the rules on your healing journey? Who is writing the rules on your truth? You? Freedom is multifaceted. Healing is multifaceted. Art has no boundaries unless you impose them and healing was never meant to be kept a secret. ⚡️????⚡️ #lettinggo #transformation #crystals #crystalhealing #orgone #biglessons #lifesmysteries #fellowship #freedom Photo of my printer box of crystals by @autumnsunoriginals and box by @Jdrewsilvers


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My Current Studio


I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that I think photos of my own and other folks art spaces are totally rad. They are art themselves!

I share my studio with my husband. My studio is outfitted with all of my supplies organized on shelving in utility totes.I do this because I like to work on the go and am constantly shuffling things around.

Since this is both a music and art studio, lots of of multi media and mediums are ever present!  Everything needs a home. My husband and I have desks on opposite walls with 360 of shelves. Here’s some studio porn – a regular feature on my Instagrizzle but will be here now too! To follow up yesterday’s post that had some of my earliest pieces and workspaces here is some current pics of my hot spot in the flow. ALSO I play and share tunes I’m spinning or mixing on SPOTIFY and Facebook!


My Mixing Side – with easy access to painting and jewelry supplies within reach


I have a Studio boutique – its a shelf of current works on display for visitors & clients
The top rack is a bracelet display

Headphones Hanging By My Jewelers Bench (Flex Drill Pictured)
One Pair for my PC tunes, and the Other for my Husbands


Another Scene from my Studio Boutique


My Jewelers Bench


My Fabric Stash Lives Above the Vistor Sofa

I have lots of Alt Lighting and Places to Store Supplies

Close Up of Jewelry Tools



The VAIO I mix on – Naturally I Painted On it – It Glows

My husband’s Keyboard for his Tune Makin

My Sewin Spot

Burning Sage

My Desk 🙂





America, the independent beautiful


As someone new to this blogging game, I straddle the line of where I’d like this train to go.
Is this a blog about myself, as a mother and artist?
Is it a blog about art and whims?
Is it a soapbox to share things I think are awesome?
I suppose it’s all of these things, but I wonder just how personal to make it.
There is a saying that once you put it out into the digital meta space that you can never take it back.
There are pieces of myself I want to share, but someday – I might feel differently.
I will say that today is our country’s day of independence – the concept of independence is one of those things that as a new mom you wonder about.
As a stay at home mother, working in my spare moments to push my business and also to create an environment that’s optimal for our family has me thinking about the concept more and more. The people who fought for our country to be what it is, didn’t do so, so they could run off and do whatever they felt like.
They did so to create a better place for their children and their family’s to live freely, but within a structure.
On a hot summer night, on a rare escape to the pharmacy or grocery store alone, I often turn up the song on the radio, roll my window down and twirl my hand outside in the passing breeze and for a moment or two. I reconnect with the freedom and independence I left behind the day there were 2 lines on the pregnancy test.
I find my mind flashing through the flicker-real of moments collected from my days and travels before becoming a parent and I miss them for a moment or two.
Then at the left turn before my neighborhood, waiting for the light to turn green I remember that in less than a minute, the raft that is the home I’ve built is waiting for me and it’s just the raft I wanted to cling to all throughout those days of freedom.
I’m lucky to have a little bit of earth to sow, and call our own. I’m lucky that my fiance and I are free to believe in our god that is so very our own and omits from our flowers, our child and our little beach. Thanks America for being you, nothing’s perfect – but in my opinion, you’re still the best.