Isa's Journal and Studio Blog
Arriving at My Own Door
I do regret the energy I spent trying to prove that I had something to offer. It made me vulnerable...
Poetry in Motion
“Still, what I want in my life is to be willing to be dazzled— to cast aside the weight of...
#nofilter
Rose in a bowl back when she was a puppy. #Nofilter is as pervasive a hash as any. It makes...
Conspicuous Consumption
This year I want to create more, and consume less. I am a somewhat reformed magpie in terms of material...
Artist Statement for the Art Base show
My peony hedge. My sister Heather was, among many things, a disciplined thinker and a writer. She was a poet,...
Abstract Notion, abstract nation
The Clyfford Still Museum in Denver, Colorado. Our nation is, without question, an angry and divided one. This state of...
One Thousand
"One could not count the moons that shimmer on her roofs, Or the thousand splendid suns that hide behind her...
Soul Sister
Getting Bunny ears right before getting into my wedding dress. "You will lose someone you can’t live without, and your...
Flower Stalker
Rocky Mountain Penstemon I am a wildflower stalker, albeit a haphazard one. My dedication falters when learning proper nomenclature. My...
Beast of Burden
“They are all beasts of burden in a sense, ' Thoreau once remarked of animals, 'made to carry some portion...