Artist & Teacher


Backyard Mandala

butterfly mandala

I’m on a bit of a new journey professionally. In the last year or so I have become more connected with the quilt guild world. They are an organized bunch and set aside time and money for speakers and teachers.  Now I’m doing a bit of travel in Northern California mostly, to share my talents and hopefully inspire others to try new things in fabric and surface design.  I have two lecture/trunk shows that I do; one is a surface design for fabric artists overview and the other is a deeper dive into designing your own fabric using photos taken with a smart phone. I’ll be sharing these techniques in Fort Bragg with the Ocean Wave Quilters and I felt like I needed another example for them to touch and see. To that end I started wandering around The grounds of The Bishop’s Ranch looking for inspiration (if you have been here you know that’s not hard to find). The lushness of the saucer-sized nasturtium leaves grabbed my attention first and and snapped a few close up photos. Then the bright and happy calendula flower beckoned next. The green and yellow orange spoke to me of bursting new life and an idea began to form. How about a mandala of spring life? The butterfly that had been fluttering around the edges confirmed my suspicion that I was on the right track and asked to be included in my design. I took my photos home played with them a bit in a few of my favorite photo manipulation apps then printed my designs right on my home printer within minutes I had my own fabric to begin designing my backyard mandala. Thankfully my son has a math brain and with a bit of calculating he easily helped me figure out the angle I needed to create an octagon. A lot of machine stitching later and some sore fingers from embroidery stitching through lots of layers I finished my ode to spring.

Take a moment today to acknowledge the wonder of nature around you, Find some way to let it influence your day and allow creation to sing it’s sweet song in your ear.

I have creative mixed media classes coming to spark your artistic fire and fuel new ways to make and create go to my website to see more.

Seeing in Double & Triple & …. the Joy of Working in Multiples


painting in my latest BREATHE series

Hello dear readers, I promised I would get back to blogging more regularly and here I am! I’m excited to be the guest blogger for Stencil Girl stencils this week and I want you to check it out at stencilgirl talk. They gave me 4 stencils of my choice from their vast collection and asked me to cut loose and produce. The post walks you through all the steps of making my latest expressive paintings – not a surprise I revisited a theme that keeps popping up in my work – BREATHE.

When I’m working on these expressive paintings I like to have a whole bunch of canvases and wood panels to work on at one time. I think that frees me up to experiment more with pattern and color combinations so no one piece gets too precious. I really can “mess it up” because if I do I just add another layer and push the composition to a place I like, if it doesn’t work – no worries I have 10 other canvases that I am experimenting on. This time I used my stencil girl stencils for pattern then cut my own stencils for the figure and the lotus to create my focal point. I have made that stencil in 3 sizes so I can experiment with scale and repetition. I am happy with what I came up with.


a sampling of paintings now available in my Etsy shop

I just posted all these paintings on my Etsy Shop. I have painting in these series and others for small 6×8” pieces for $20 up to 18×24” pieces for $275 and everything in between. I hope you’ll check out my shop and see detail photos of this entire series and my guest blogger post on Stencil Girl Talk to see all the steps in making the work.

Until next time – be well.

Yesterday it Rained – Today I walked the Labyrinth

Pictured above is a page in my mixed media mindfulness journal showing two labyrinth I’ve walked, the one on the left at The Bishop’s Ranch and the other on the island of Iona in Scotland.

Pictured above is a page in my mixed media mindfulness journal showing two labyrinths I’ve walked, the one on the left at The Bishop’s Ranch and the other on the island of Iona in Scotland.

Yesterday it rained. It rained eight tenths of an inch. Such a gift in this parched, scorched part of the world. This morning, as the clouds pushed east and the sun rose amid the mist of yesterday’s rain, I walked the labyrinth. I have been walking the labyrinth several times a week as part of my new commitment to meditate each day. I find walking the labyrinth helps me clear my monkey mind and be present to the big mind, the universe, God. I have taken to walking the pressed gravel path barefoot. Carefully placing each footfall – feeling the earth fully helps me be present. Today as I removed my clogs the rain soaked trees dripping in delight, the exuberant birds greeting the sun, the rain and their flock fellows, the ground made a new sound a new crunch each step spoke of the soil’s joy at being moist again. The labyrinth here at The Bishop’s Ranch, like many, has a path that at the beginning leads you very close to the center then it meanders back and forth and around taking the sojourner far from the middle. The labyrinth doesn’t have any dead ends or secret passages way if one stays on the path no matter how long the passage you will come to the center. When walking the labyrinth I remind myself that it is a metaphor for my life journey. I know the center I seek is there I have glimpsed it on my long life excursion but I must stay on the path even when it feels far from the comfort of the center circle. When I arrive in the middle I take a moment to count my blessing and say my prayers. And then because life beckons I exit. I always try to walk out with the same deliberate careful step I took as I had when I entered but try as I might I find the way out faster than the way in. But as in the beginning of the journey the labyrinth brings me close to the center one last time before birthing me into the wide world again – a reminder to slow down, to feel the earth on my bare feet to listen to the birds song and feel the fresh rain before it slips away.

Detail of journal page. I used Graphix computer printable adhesive backed transparent sheets to print my photos on. I love this product and will be experimenting with it more.

Detail of journal page. I used Graphix computer printable adhesive backed transparent sheets to print my photos on. I love this product and will be experimenting with it more.

Mandala Morning

Pomegranate picked from my tree this morning and cut through at the equator.

Pomegranate picked from my tree this morning and cut through at the equator.

Today I was given a little gift, a surprise, a wonder.  When I cut open this pomegranate today I was presented with a perfect mandala. What is funny about this gift is today for some reason, perhaps the early hour, or dim lighting, or the dream cobwebs still in my eyes, I cut this pomegranate open in a different way.   Usually I cut it open through the stem or tear it open at a crack but today I cut through the equator of the fruit, and look what I found! A star, a sun, a snowflake dripping with crimson abundance.  It seemed auspicious, a favorable sign from the universe, a reminder that sometimes all we have to do to be alive to the wonders of this life is to cut it open in a different way. Try it you never know what you might find!

Caught in the Sticky Web of Life

Dew jeweled spider's web in my yard

Early in the week the misty morning revealed this beautiful spiders web that was drawn like a lace curtain across an old rusty garden sculpture in my yard.  The dewdrops unveil the intricacy of the spider’s lair.  The torn and mended spots are exposed as well, illuminating the spider’s labors, revealing her efforts to keep all the strands connected, a structure for her livelihood.  When one piece is torn or worn she must address it or risk the whole entanglement coming undone.  And so it is with life sometime we must address the torn strand laying at our feet and hope that days of visioning and creating aren’t too far off. This week I had every intention of painting a February painting to include in my ongoing calendar series but life got in the way.  An extra day off for my son from school, graphic art deadlines that just wouldn’t quite get gone, emails that needed action on and on and on, you know how it goes.  In my house we say it was a “If you give a mouse a cookie” day (referring to the children’s book by written by Laura Joffe Numeroff and illustrated by Felicia Bond).  This is a favorite with little kids including my son back in the day.  It starts with “If you give a mouse a cookie, he’s going to want a glass of milk, if you give him a glass of milk he’ll probably want a straw…. and so on”.  So this week was full of “If you give a mouse a cookie days” in fact it was a whole cookie week.  Like pulling a loose thread on a sweater that just kept unraveling, it seemed I couldn’t bring anything to resolution.  And so it goes.  I’ll finish my February painting next week and share it with you Friday, which by the way will be March already!  Sometimes you just have to follow the cookie crumbs life presents you with, in my case I can only hope there are chocolate chips involved.

Speaking of webs if you are a visual person you might like Pinterest. It is like a cork board in your computer to pin up all kinds of visuals.  You create you own pin board categories and when you find a piece of art, or photo, or recipe you like you pin it on your board, you can follow other peoples pins that connect like strands of a spiders web or not but it’s pretty cool check it out here is a link to my boards  It’s fun.

Something in the Wind

There is something in the wind here; something is out of balance that has put everyone off kilter.  Here in Northern California the weather is all wrong.  Summer is refusing to show herself, and everyone is peevish.  It is the last week of school and at the moment about 55 degrees and threatening rain.  For my subscribers from hither and yon, this is not normal.  We are usually enjoying a wonderful heat that beckons one to linger on the patio and putter around the yard in the evening.  Usually we are slipping on skirts and sandals with our boots long pushed to the back of the closet.   But not this year, I had packed away my boots back in April but I had to admit defeat and dragged them out again this week comfort beating out fashion.  I have a friend who is resolutely ignoring the temperature and came to our book group gathering this week in post memorial day white pants, sandals, and a sleeveless top, I admired her moxie and resolve to thumb her nose at Mother Nature’s whims but I didn’t envy her goose bumps as I wrapped my big sweater around me and curled my booted feet up on the couch, hot toddy in hand.

What I’m getting at is how uncomfortable we all become when things are not what we expect.  We have a vision of what something is and when it is different we don’t know what to do, how to respond.  I am about to make a change in how I approach this blog.  I have been struggling with the change because I set up this challenge for myself with great seriousness.  Over the past 9 months I have faithfully posted twice a week for 36 weeks.  I have posted 72 times.  It has been both exhilarating and humbling and I have equally enjoyed and dreaded this self-imposed homework.  I am so grateful to have you 60 email subscribers and 100 or so Facebook lookers every week, just knowing you all are out there has kept me faithful to the challenge.  Thank you.  I have decided that my pace is too rigorous, that more time to ponder and create would enhance the journey (and give me more time to do the work I get paid for).  To help support the blog so I can continue to follow this path least taken I have put the blog art up for sale on my website.  Follow this link to see all the applicable pieces of art now for sale

I will be taking a break from the challenge for the month of June.  My nearly 15-year-old son and I have been taking American Sign Language this past year at the local community college and will be taking up an ASL 3 intensive course at Sacramento State beginning today.  When I return I will post once a week on Friday.  The first Friday will be the challenge photo and the next Friday will be the response.  Upon my return I will post a piece relating to this dandelion photo. I was stimulated to use this image by another challenge blog that a friend of mine is a part of.  The Twelve by Twelve International Art Quilt Challenge is a fantastic group of 12 women creating wonderful art.  Their first challenge was a dandelion and is now part of a lovely book.  Follow this link to see their dandelion responses and then check out the rest of their blog

You’ll hear from me next on Friday, July 1st, until then check out my website with Mandala Challenge Art from the past 9 months.  Here is a little homework for you- I’d love to hear from you about what moved you most these past months specific writings or art or just your general vibe.

Faithfully yours, Lisa

Betwixt and Between

Here we are again betwixt and between, neither here nor there, I’m talking about standing in the thin place between spring and summer.  The capricious disposition of spring still prevails sending tufts of willow and dogwood floating in the afternoon sun like fairy moats dancing to the winds whimsy.  But the unerring tilt towards summer can be read in the green grasses now dipping their tips in the golden paint of a California summer.  Just this weekend I noticed the change, despite the heavy rains of last week, the grasses speak the truth… spring cannot last forever, summer will come.  It is in these thin places that we feel the change most acutely, witness it most accurately.  When we are in full burst, full bloom, full bounty we are too laden with the moment to think it can ever change, but change will come, as it must.  So wherever you are, look for the thin places in your world, be witness to this moment of change and transformation and pause to preserve this green memory before it floats away like the willows on the wind, and turns gold in the inescapable sprint to summer.