Friday, December 31, 2010

Love and Joy for 2011

I envision a life of great love and joy.
I send this wish out to all my dear friends, family, and to everyone that visits my blog.
Believe and it shall be.
All the best for 2011.

Loving you all,

Thursday, December 30, 2010

An Empty Vessel

A simple pencil drawing.

Tuesday, December 28, 2010

Monday, December 27, 2010

Keta Trading

A dear friend of mine has opened an on line store that inspires to sell soulful art, music, and books. She has bought a number of my paintings for which you can view on line at

Thank you for your support Sandy and Wes!!!

Friday, December 17, 2010

Beneath the surface Orange is waiting - Sold

Even when I start off with an idea for a painting, paint has a mind of its own. It is as if, paint looks over at me and gives a little wink, saying, you might as well let go and enjoy the ride. Then without thought, a spontaneous gesture takes my brush and guides the paint into unchartered waters. My mind is gone and I'm thrown into the unknowable, the void takes me and my mind finally lets go.

Painting sometimes reminds me of the color orange. It is a hue that is avoided a lot of the time. To me, orange feels like a passionate spirit that wants to free you from your mind controlled chains, guiding you more into yourself.

This painting felt like an act of passion, the kind where your naked before your lover, honest, open, vulnerable. Then you realize what is happening and you want so bad to find your cloths, but your outer protection has been hidden away, no where to be found.

Then underneath the surface orange appears, silently ready to take you into forgotten caves of desire. Your mind can try to hold on, but drowning can be an uncomfortable death, so you might as well take off your cloths and dive into your infinite ocean.

When you can truly let go, then you can know the depth of your orange.

Wednesday, December 15, 2010

A Breeze within my Mind - Sold

After returning from India, my energy has transformed. I can feel a love filling me, moving me, and inspiring me to be in this world without expectations. When I began this painting I could feel love moving the brush and paint in a new spontaneous form of unknowingness. I felt a tear fall down my cheek for this wonderful gift of love.

Oil on Canvas
36 inches x 48 inches


Wednesday, November 10, 2010

A Road to India

This painting was first a conceptional idea about the notion of perspective. As I worked with the basic form of the triangle, I felt the need to use bright and vibrant colors. Upon finishing this piece I realized that it was inspired from my upcoming visit to Indian.

The high energy and movement within this painting gives way to my inner excitement to connect with a part of the world that has lived dormant within my being. 

Enjoy each brush stroke and receive this image with bliss filled joy.

Oil on canvas
24 inches x 24 inches

Friday, October 29, 2010

Without words

I find that seeing is the way to transform our world into a meaningful existence. When I look, really look, at what is in front of me something new always appears.

I ask that when you look at my work take a moment, a minute, an hour to really see what is in front of you. You will be surprised at the way color and form can penetrate, mould, and move you into a spontaneous realization of the self. This self is not of thought, but of something outside of time and space. An energy that leads us down loves path to a richer and fuller existence.

Tuesday, October 19, 2010

New Voice

8 x 10 inch
oil on canvas

Thursday, October 7, 2010

Thursday, September 30, 2010

Sunday, September 26, 2010

Plunging into Unity

I notice how my mind skips around like a rock on top of water,
only to stop and sink into the depths of my Neptune.

Spirit finds me at the bottom,
laying still and embraced by embryonic fluid.

Softly, I touch my poetic beauty with the flicker of a mermaid's tale.

An empty shell of a crab sways in a lullaby.

I wish not to sleep,
but to float to the surface and feel the birthing of the sun.

A Symphony of Color

Spirit speaks of music that can not be heard with auditory regularity,
colors are my ears that hear with movement and splendor beyond.

I hear a silence that brings nothingness,
a veil is lifted and sways in rhythmic tones and shades.

I softly speak in tongues that quiet minds can only hear.

Monday, September 20, 2010


Sunday, September 19, 2010

Listening with my Eyes

The fog draws a veil over the real.
Its softness caresses each living being into a coma of perpetual star glazing.
A reverie of dreams keeps me in a state of sleepy drunkenness.

I peer out from under the covers,
sleep touching me like intermitted wipers.

A fog horn calls to me like the inner voice of awareness,
awakening me to the silence,
clearing the debris that lay in the corner of each eye.

I lay listening to nothing,
while hearing it all.

Stretching past darkness, my being moves out into the world.

Saturday, September 18, 2010

I have always wondered if numbers counted backwards connected forwards make the same sum,
a tree drops its leaves never to pick them up again.

I pick up words and move them around like the moon in its monthly ripeness.

Today can never be tomorrow, so why do I keep rereading the labels of food brought yesterday.

I watched the sky in sunset waning,
only to find my mind had never wanted to count again.

I drop thoughts like fall leaves,
he is brought up again and again,
unlike the clouds that pass by my window at dusk.

Sunday, September 12, 2010

Pastel on Paper

The following drawings are created with pastels, still holding to the art of process. With the use of touch, I find the material full of life and spontaneous expression.

Each drawings in on 9 inch x 12 inch paper.

Monday, September 6, 2010

Pastel Memories

Sleep in my eyes like pastel colored chalk,
drawing you with my memory,
brilliant colors slide up upon each other,
caressing my fingers as I touch each contour.

Chalk covers my finger tips,
I like the feel of you in each line of my skin.

Only later, blowing the pastels into the wind,
you dance upon eternal ground.

Birthing of My Heart

Spiraling inwards,
a light shines upon a tree,
a hummingbird moves in rythmic speed,
i am no more no less.

Speed is only of time,
time anchors me in nothing,
speaking lingers in heart ache,
i am no more no less.

Gravity moves me through glue,
heart wings flutter above my head,
memories are erased,
i am no more no less.

Thursday, September 2, 2010

Circling Around

I feel colors opening me into a new way of being. The process of allowing new forms to flow into a new way of life.

Monday, August 16, 2010

Fill me with Love

Oil on Canvas
9 inches x 12 inches

Thursday, July 29, 2010

The Meadow

A place where we have met
and where we shall meet.

Tuesday, July 27, 2010

Spirit take me

Spirit always speaks through everything; a person, a rock, a lost prayer, and the food that I eat. I feel my life opening up and enveloping me in a new world. All I want is this moment, this breath, this sun falling below the earth. I am holding on and letting go all at the same time. My beloved speaks to me of how sacred I am. My voice is loud and clear and all I can do is follow love.

I let go of hate, of pushing, of aggression. I am a better person. A person who is free within my limitations. I am free and chained at the same time. I am alone and found at this moment that is always constantly actualizing my nature which has no realization, no future, and no potentiality.

A crow sits in a tree, at the very top, this was a moment ago, but my memory holds on.

He has been brought to me, so I can transform into whatever is coming. I am free because I no longer hold onto expectations. I am free because my chains no longer cloud my mind or hold me tight. I am free because I am no longer.

A butterfly came to me, so many showed their souls to me. I stand before you and need no explanation, no salvation, only acceptance.

You are my savior, you are my love, you are my soul. And I am free.

Thursday, July 22, 2010

Pears meeting in a meadow

The colors of blue and yellow meet only
to manifest into different shades of green.
I wait for this creation to appear before
my eyes and taste the nectars of the

9 in. x 12 in. acrylic on canvas

Friday, July 16, 2010

Somewhere in between

9 x 12 acrylic on canvas.

Movement comes without logic,
with the mind relaxed,
I am lost.

Wednesday, July 14, 2010

This moment and no other

A voice speaks so deeply that my mind does not have an answer
to the call. Words can not explain, memories do not connect, I feel
without any explanation. The wind blows through hollow tree

Tuesday, July 13, 2010

Painting Apples

All I want to do is paint apples. I feel my wholeness returning along with the delicious texture of thick and colorful paint.

A voice is calling from the wild

I witness my voice howling in the night sky, pointing upward into the void.

Tuesday, June 22, 2010

New Work

I've been reflecting on so much that my mind becomes bombarded with to many thoughts. My intention is to listen to what I'm saying within. This painting was a struggle between thought and matter. I turn within and leave the outer world behind.

Wednesday, June 9, 2010

New Directions

I haven't written for a while as my feelings are causing me to take a new direction in life. I am beginning to embrace these changes within myself which in turn will affect what I create. I'm feeling doubts, fears, and insecurities about this process, but don't know how to translate these changes into my art.

My mind is melting away to show my beating heart.

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

Birthing Ground

This balloon sculpture came around through my process based work. I found that a representational shape took form.

Monday, March 22, 2010

New thoughts

I am interested in the unknown and unique characters of an object. The mystery of seeing and feeling your way through a painting or sculpture. I love the questions that bring about inspiration, insight, and transformation.

My process is about the conversation that is happening with the material. My experience is unique in each piece and the dialogue is always surprising. I find each brush stroke, each movement speaks to each other and a new conversation begins. I like to work without a symbolic idea attached. With this in mind, a new way of looking at the world is created. I feel that when we can look outside the box we let go of judgement and feel more freedom within our being.

Stop, feel, and see what is in front of you.

Friday, January 8, 2010


This sculpture is named after the Greek tragedy
Antigone. This balloon sculpture emphasizes the tension with the main character in the play.


Process based sculpture created with pipe cleaners.

Suzanne Bean and sculpture

Opening night of Transitory by-products at Xchanges Artist Gallery

One Thought Multiplied

Photo from Transitory by-products at
Xchanges Artist Gallery.

Sunday, January 3, 2010

9 inch x 12 inch acrylic on canvas

9 inch x 12 inch acrylic on canvas

12 inch x 12 inch acrylic on canvas