My botanical work is a tribute to the cyclical nature of life and death, delving into the inherent beauty present in every stage of existence. It challenges the conventional belief that beauty is confined to a single stage or in the absence of “imperfections”. Instead, it embraces so-called “imperfections” and illuminates the grace and dignity found in natural progression.
Each stage carries its own unique beauty. From the budding bloom filled with hopeful promise and abundant potential, through the vibrant life of its peak, into the wilting flower, with its curling petals and waning color - not signifying an end, but rather a celebration of life well-lived and a reflection of resilience.
I believe that the end is just as beautiful and meaningful as the beginning. By acknowledging and celebrating all stages, we can deepen our appreciation for the world around us.
]]>Though this big storm left us without power the past few days, it’s given me a chance to reconnect with the slower, simpler rhythms of life just before Christmas.
This unexpected pause has been a gift of its own, allowing me to deeply explore the abundant nature that surrounds us. I’ve been wandering across our land, observing and capturing the beauty of avian life through my lens. These moments spent amongst the birds will serve as the muse for an upcoming series of paintings I’m excitedly working on.
Moreover, the quiet has given me the chance to dream about future gardens, plan layouts, and research potential animals that could enrich our little homestead. It’s been a time of dreaming, planning, and grounding.
As we mark the shortest day and longest night of the year, I hope you’re warm, well, and ready for Christmas. May this solstice bring you peace, and may the returning light illuminate your path forward. Happy Winter Solstice 🤍
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This marks the first real snowfall in our recently acquired historic home. There is something special about an old house enveloped in a wintry landscape. I can't help but to think about those who lived here in the 1800s, experiencing the same wintry spectacle with a shared sense of awe and wonder..
I'll have more photos to share soon. In the meantime, how are you? Has winter made its grand entry where you are? What are you most excited about this coming season? 🤎
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Thank you so much for being part of my journey! I am forever grateful for your continued support.
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Happy September! It feels as though an eternity has passed since my last post.. I'm overjoyed to announce that after a very long search, I've finally found a place where my heart can rest and my soul can thrive. Last week we closed on a c. 1800 antique colonial lovingly preserved in idyllic mid-coast Maine amidst picturesque mountain views, forests, and wildflower fields. We even have a small, centuries-old apple orchard to explore and care for.
From the moment I arrived, I knew I had discovered my sanctuary. Antique homes have always held a special place in my soul and now I find myself living out the dream that has danced in my imagination for years.
There’s a sense of timelessness that lingers in the air.. The walls adorned with stories of days long gone. The wavy panes of the window glass, gently distorting the world beyond. The large fireplaces that have graced these rooms for centuries. The worn wide wood floors, aged with a beautiful patina — a reflection of centuries of lives and dreams that have unfolded here.
Every crack and creak an invitation to embrace the imperfections of life.
I can't begin to express the depth of gratitude that fills my heart as I embark on this new chapter. I’m excited to share with you the beauty that surrounds me in this special place, and I’m eager to dive back into photography and the studio — to paint and create once again.
This week, we began clearing out what will soon become my art studio, housed in the barn converted workshop that was built c. 1800 and is situated just beyond a majestic weeping willow.
To those who have stuck with me throughout this journey, your support means the world to me, and I am forever grateful for your continued encouragement.
So here we are, at the beginning of a new chapter. This is my return, and I can't wait to share more with you.
ps. The black and white photo was captured by a talented photographer long ago. The limited edition print hangs above our kitchen fireplace, adding a touch of nostalgia to our home. While the house is no longer painted dark, I am considering potentially returning it to its darker color. Perhaps a project for next Spring :)
]]>I wake up every day thankful to live in such an incredible place. Sometimes, I feel like I have a hard time capturing the magic that is Maine. I think that's because so much is to be found in the enchantment experienced in the smallest of moments.
It’s not the “epic” landscapes you find in other parts of the world. It’s the alignment of elements that bring to play all of the senses in the most beautiful way. Moments where time feels like it’s standing still..
Sometimes, those moments are fleeting and all I can do is be present and take it all in, in complete awe. And sometimes, I’m able to capture it.
It’s the quiet fog rolling through. The sound of distant crashing waves. The scent of pine. It’s the glimpses of magic during your drive to the grocery store. Golden hour on that beautiful, old New England colonial. It’s entering a thick fog on your drive back home. Sipping coffee in the early morning hours, watching the lobster boats and sailboats pass by from your balcony.
Living in Maine has helped me realize that you don’t need "epic" landscapes to experience beauty. There is magic and beauty all around us — even in the simplest moments. I will continue capturing the magic that is Maine, always in hopes of doing it some form of justice.
I hope you all had a very Merry Christmas! I’m looking forward to welcoming 2022 in the days ahead.