Scramble over rocks Seaweed draped and ocean slicked Find a hidden world Tide pools are so magical and simply teeming with life. I am really enjoying creating these sweet little naturescapes.

The ocean looks blue But beneath the waves there is A kaleidoscope The ocean is endlessly fascinating. The variety of life below the waves gets my imagination flowing! The other day I saw an artist ask on Threads if other artists worry about running out of things to paint. I didn't respond, but I've been thinking a lot about it since. I could never run out of things to paint. Even the smallest shell, the most mundane moment, a leaf clinging to a branch... they are all beautif

An intricate world cradled in the rocks, hidden until the tide leaves I loved creating the last tide pool piece so much, I decided to make another. This time, I used my favorite color, teal, as the anchor. I surrounded the starfish with clams, shells, sea urchins, and grasses. Tide pools are fascinating!

When the tide retreats Like a magician Pulling back the curtain A wondrous world is revealed Ta-da!!! This sea star is called the Protoreaster Lincki or the Red Knob Sea Star. It lives in the Indian Ocean. Isn’t it amazing?!

This poem by Eugene Field inspired my next shoe in my fairytale shoe series. I guess it might be considered a nursery rhyme, but either way! Read the poem or jump to the end to see my artwork! Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one night Sailed off in a wooden shoe,— Sailed on a river of crystal ligh Into a sea of dew. “Where are you going, and what do you wish?” The old moon asked the three. “We have come to fish for the herring-fish That live in this beautiful sea; Net

Most people have heard the nursery rhyme about the old woman and the shoe. There was an old woman who lived in a shoe. She had so many children, she didn't know what to do. She gave them some broth without any bread; And whipped them all soundly and put them to bed. Being a child of abuse, I don't care for the whipping line, but beyond that I feel intrigued by this nursery rhyme and the potential stories within its simplicity. Who is this woman? Where is the father of these c

With so much to distract us or so many goals to pursue, it may get tricky to feel like one understands the point of this world. And when trouble strikes, when conflict bubbles over, one may feel totally helpless. I believe that every person matters -- that it is the most worthwhile goal in the whole wide world to lift up others and remind them that they matter. I have felt unseen. I have felt unloved. I have ached to be known and to feel like I matter to people. Truth... I st

I came across this tale in my research about fairytale shoes. The story is called The Magic Shoes and Staff. It begins with three nobel brothers living with their wives in luxury until a drought came. The brothers, in a fit of selfishness, ditched their wives to find a better place. They disregarded their wives and left. Once the brothers went away, one of the wives found out she was pregnant. The three women were delighted and raised him together -- the aunts doted on the ba