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It has been three years since I first published Searching for Faerie, Finding Me through Amazon’s print-on-demand platform. At the time, simply finishing the book felt monumental. I had taken an idea that once existed only quietly in my imagination and brought it into the world in physical form. That alone felt like an accomplishment worth celebrating. But over the years, I found myself continually returning to the story as I painted on canvas. Certain lines questioned me, ce

Lately, I have felt deeply energized by Dan Koe’s encouragement to write essays — not simply to produce content, but to clarify thought itself. His call to action spurred me because it challenged the passive way many of us consume information today. We live surrounded by endless streams of fast content: quick reactions, emotionally charged headlines, recycled opinions, and algorithm-driven noise that grabs our attention. So much of it enters our minds without asking us to ref

When I first began imagining the painted Dream Edition of Searching for Faerie, Finding Me, I approached it very differently from how I do now. In the beginning, I became deeply drawn to intricate decorative patterns — swirling curls, flourishes, and delicate curliques woven into nearly every page and painting. At the time, I believed that style represented who I was artistically. I thought the work needed to look elaborate and uniquely “me.” Looking back now, I realize I was

Three years ago, Searching for Faerie, Finding Me began as a quiet leap into the unknown. I call it now the first edition but at that time it was just a story that needed to be told. It was not perfect, just my best effort. Prior to doing it in Canva - I had started painting it but it was slow work because I was writing and painting the story at the same time. At the rate I was going then, it seemed to me that it would take me about 2, maybe 3 years to finish the paintings. S

It’s been a while since I last created an update on my progress with the Searching for Faerie book. The last blog I shared about this book was March 18 of last year—thirteen months ago. A full stretch of time where life happened: work, family, responsibilities filling the space where writing once lived more freely. And yet, I’m not returning to this space empty-handed. I’m coming back with something I’m genuinely excited about—the second edition of the book is almost finishe

When I wrote Searching for Fairie, Finding Me , I took from pieces of my own journey—my bright, imaginative dreams, my moments of doubt,...

I painted a Four-Seasons series, and "Winter" was the one I gave away. It went to my classmate Bryan as he was leaving for Canada—where...

Loss has a way of settling in the spaces we least expect. It lingers in the quiet moments, in the empty chairs at holiday gatherings, in...

i no longer have this painting, donated for a cause, lesson in impermanence, no promises, just moving forward