• The Aerialist

    Acrylic on Wood | 6" x 18" | 2019

    The Aerialist

    After a laborious night, her Mama was relieved when she was finally born. She came into this world last - the runt out of a whopping 11 pups! Despite her tiny size, she thrived under her parent’s attentive and loving care.

    Being fearless from the start, she was one of the first to venture out of the old potato bin they called home. She soon discovered her love of heights, and felt at ease racing around the barn’s tallest rafters. As her dexterity improved, she began to choreograph and perform shows for her siblings each night after supper. They would all sit and watch in delight as she gracefully jumped from beam to beam – garnering oohs and aahs as she swung and flipped from one piece of twine to the next. You see, she had an extraordinary dream for a mouse – a dream to fly.


  • We are drawn to it because we are all made of the same stuff

    Acrylic on wood | 6" x 8" | 2018
    Sold | Private Collection | Astoria, OR

    We are drawn to it because we are all made of the same stuff

    She first learned about atoms, elements and chemical compositions in her 5th grade science class. “We are all made of stardust”, she exclaimed! This extraordinary fact got her thinking about how we are all elementally connected to each other, the universe, as well as to most matter on earth.

    The more she thought about it, numerous realizations began to flood in, “So with each beat of my heart, the same oxygen and iron elements in the sun are circulating in my blood. And, when I water my favorite cactus plant each week, I’m also nurturing the carbon, nitrogen and phosphorus parts of myself. Or, when I look at the night’s sky through my telescope to view Saturn and its rings, I’m viewing the oxygen and hydrogen parts of myself too”!

    To learn even more, she joined her after-school Science Club. On her walks home she began taking extra notice of her surroundings. She thought, “I wonder which elements make up those rocks over there? Or, what compound makes those tiny flowers orange?” She was full of questions, and excited to feel a stronger connection to her world and the heavens than ever before.


  • She sought the comfort of order and repetition in all things

    Acrylic on wood | 6" x 8" | 2018
    Sold | Private Collection | Astoria, OR

    She sought the comfort of order and repetition in all things

    Compared to your average rodent, she’s an exceptionally worrisome mouse. Even her friends notice she often fusses and frets over the strangest things, like; being categorically frightened of all pod-shaped plants and flowers - or at supper, taking time to form her seeds, grains and food scraps into separate piles before eating them one at a time.

    What comforts her most is order and repetition – she finds it in the strangest ways too, for instance; she’s calmed by the soft and rhythmic ticking of her metronome – and is soothed when she makes her daily to-do list with a fresh notepad and her favorite pencil.

    All of this extra worry can be very exhausting. But, her acute attention to detail has a beneficial silver lining too; friend’s say she’s the absolute best at organizing, and somehow she always finds the best food stores and hiding places. And most importantly, she’s often the first to alert everyone if danger is near.

    Her friends love and accept her just the way she is; and kindly remind her that perception is everything – even the oddest behavior can sometimes be a gift.


  • The Betrothed with Violets

    Acrylic on wood | 6" x 8" oval | 2018

    The Betrothed with Violets

    It was a beautiful night for a romantic picnic. He imagined how the bright full moon would shimmer and dance across her large jet-black eyes. He was smitten. He knew it was the right time to pop the question.

    He shook out a checkered blanket for their feast and placed it under the large willow tree where they first met. For their meal he foraged for days to find all her favorite foods; one small field mouse, a sack of slugs, one and a half frogs, two French fries, a pile of worms, three moths and one; almost entirely intact persimmon for dessert. Lastly, he collected water from a nearby stream in an old tuna can. He thought of everything.

    When he asked for her paw in marriage to his surprise she didn’t respond right away. Instead she gave him a coy smile then gazed down at her plate, nervously pushing a plump worm around the edge. She was clearly overwhelmed by it all. Sensing his disappointment, she told him she needed a day to think about it. They agreed to meet the following night and she would give her answer.

    With a full belly and heart she arrived home, but sleep was futile. She tossed and turned thinking about their long courtship. She thought about how touched she was last summer when he gave her the antique locket adorned with little painted violets (her favorite flower). She remembered all the love letters he wrote her over the years and how she carefully stacked and saved them in the order of receipt. She knew why she did this; in her heart she knew she loved him too.

    The following night they met as planned; under the same bright moon, they agreed to wed the following spring - together under the willow tree, just when the violets are in full bloom.


  • Arabesque

    Acrylic on wood | 8" x 10" | 2018


    Before the big opening night, her dance troupe was given a rare Thursday night off to rest. Instead, she stayed late into the wee hours of the morning to work alone. She’s very disciplined that way.

    You see; she’s always struggled to execute a proper Cecchetti 3rd arabesque. She’s painfully aware of this, but the fact was solidified when her ballet master loudly pointed it out not once, but twice during morning recital. She was mortified, and for the rest of the day, racked with frustration and self-doubt.

    But she’s a tenacious little mouse. Her goal was to be promoted to Principal dancer for her company one day, but before that could happen, she knew she had a lot of work to do.

    She set right to it, practicing her arabesque technique over and over - her improvements slowly evolved; head lifted looking out beyond the horizon, eyes forward following her finger tips, stretched left arm slightly lower than the right, long neck, proud lifted chest, shoulders down, straight back, serpentine tail, straight left working leg and winged foot.

    I think she’s nailed it.


  • The Persimmon Harvest

    Acrylic on panel | 13x16" oval (18x22" framed) | 2018
    Sold | Private Collection | Damascus, OR

    The Persimmon Harvest

    Her love affair with fruit began when she was young. Her Grandpa, a renowned Pomologist in his field, taught her everything she knows; how to safely climb the tallest trees, how to recognize peak ripeness, proper pruning methods, etc. Some would say she’s a natural and takes to cultivating fruit like a moth to a light. Still others say she’s a true prodigy, just like her Grandpa before.

    She always keeps his rustic pruning shears tucked in her apron. He gifted her the family heirloom just before his passing - a gesture, and treasured bequest she’ll always hold dear. She looks forward to late autumn when she uses them to make cuttings from the previous year’s shoots.

    Each Saturday she ventures out from her family’s orchard to visit friends at the local Farmer’s market. They meet up at their favorite food truck and she often treats everyone to lunch. Her order is always the same; two slug tacos (with extra grasshoppers on the side).

    After lunch, she walks around the colorful and neatly arranged piles of fruit on display. Persimmons have always been her favorite and once she spots them, heads straight over. There, she indulges in her customary ritual of picking one up – paying close attention to the weight and softness of it in her paw. She anticipates the fruit’s honey-like flavor, delights in its adorable squatty shape and rounded shoulders, its splendid green calyx cap, and vivid sunset-orange color. It’s pure joy. Grandpa taught her many lessons and she’s taken this one to heart - having a passion for your work and appreciating the little things in life are what matters most.


  • Oblation

    Acrylic on wood | 9" x 12" | 2019
    Sold | Private Collection | Portland, OR


    Gather up the remnants of your life’s struggle
    ~ build a shrine in its honor

    Be present by not looking away
    ~ bear it all and face it squarely

    Recognize your reality to pinpoint where it still hurts
    ~ acknowledge

    Stand atop this newly ordered mess
    ~ empowered

    Offer up a precious flight feather
    ~ oblation


  • The Cellar Thief

    The Cellar Thief

    Acrylic on Wood | 20" x 24" | 2018
    Sold | Private Collection | Yamhill, OR