The sorting of stones, the sun catching a glint, the piling of rocks that keep collapsing under the weight of each other, starting again, searching for more stones, people watching me at a safe distance, the final pebble placed, the sigh, the walking away.
Summer magic is in capturing imperfect moments and finding their beauty.
The discomfort of sweat clinging to your dress, the sound of waves providing a little relief, the moment of stepping away to silence your inner critic.
I love when I can share my artistic process and approach with students, and how they always find ways of making it more enriched, magical and uniquely their own.
Collaborations are powerful when they’re met with respect, creativity and compassionate listening.
