Beyond the known. Wide-eyed and open. Light cuts through the moon and whispers truth. Flight finds me. Dreamtime.

Sparking light and color. Settling the air. She rests. She breathes. She is.

Like a whisper drifting in the mist. Holding you closely. Near. Quiet. Guardian.

Transformation. Arrival. Received. All Light. Going Home.

Circles and trails dash the distance. Vibration rises and sounds the way forward. Lean into the way of you kissed by yellow.

Blossoming gently from within. Peace grows and becomes the scent of your dreaming. Carressed in color.

Blended in soul. Rooted in grace and strength. She wakes.

She Knows the Language of the Moon and the Breath in the Crystals. They have been connected from the beginningless-ness and lean together into the forever. Rising in light.

Going within. Touching earth and color. Revealing wings that know the scent and texture of self and life.

Dancing into awareness from within. Connecting through truth and radiance of celebration of one another. They gather.

She is her own wholeness. Stories lived and yet to be known. Solid and real. Embodied.

Unwound from requirement. Brilliantly Self. Clear and whole I live myself for me.

The truth in some moments is raw and spilling. I love myself there. Not hiding from its beauty.

Coming into view. Untucked. Together we rise and breathe and become. Fully forward. Emergence

Sweet company for when we are sleeping. Midnight Angels. *Limited collection offered semi-annually.

Bringing connection with life's magic, the crow appears as if out of nowhere to aid you in creation, fearlessness, and a higher perspective. Crow Energy.

Why are the dreaming eyes differing from the waking eyes? What is the story we can only see behind the lid unless we learn to allow our vision to see through the lid, bringing the unformed into view? Beyond the Naked Eye.

Continuous blooming. Clearing our throats. Freeing our minds. Rising.

On the road of evolution. Pieces come together and drift apart. Every moment has its own distinct beauty. Continuous.

We always have wings. Sometimes we rest. Sometimes we fly.

I am me. You are you. Each a magnificent self. Shine

Grace. Wisdom. Tenacity. Our true colors make us beautiful. No Hiding.

Coming into view through the mist, she brings her own light to show the way. Uneclipsed.

That moment when you let your eyes relax into haze and see the easy beauty in everything. There is Always Wonder.

The separation between them was only imagined so they each opened and became the sky together. Fulfilled Moments.

"I want to think again of dangerous and noble things. I want to be light and frolicsome. I want to be improbable, beautiful, and afraid of nothing as though I had wings." -Mary Oliver

Heart taking flight. Soul in full color. She breathes.

Climb inside my eyes and I'll climb inside of yours. There we will know the truth of love and story. Oneness. *Original remains as part of artist's private collection.

Sometimes there are no words. Only the moment in its met grace. A walk in love and wonder where we are everything and everything is us. Belief.

Portals of transcendence are everywhere. You need only become very present and open to travel, your soul knows the way of. Nirvana Pass.

Passageways everywhere. We only need to notice. Vivid Grace. *Duo paired paintings. Original commissioned for private collection and shown in Wisconsin veterinary office.

Letting go, we find our way through the mystery of transition and transformation realizing our wings are always with us. Sometimes on the inside. Sometimes on the outside. *Triptych - originals are sold together as one piece.

When we sit to still ourselves and breathe into peace itself, we become that vibration as we move through our days. Emitting Peace.

With abandon, they danced their wild, their ache, their love. The moon inspired by their passion drenchingly spilled into them. Mutual exchange.

We are each in a state of continuous transformation. Our edges seemingly blurred from time to time as we evolve and rise into who we are. Becoming Seen.

The Earth and humanity came in on the wings of the Flyers. They remain with us to hold and steady the flow. They are also messengers of that which and those whom are in Spirit. Mystic Messenger.

Quietly holding our lives in their embrace. Causing breath itself. May we all be them. *Original remains as part of artist's private collection. **Limited series of 50 prints. Each print is numbered and hand-signed by artist with a certificate of authenticity.

Standing clear within itself, this one sees through the night. There is no mistaking its presence and inspiration to hold one's self well. Fierce not Foe. WOLF.

There is a moment as the sun touches the edge of everything when the unseens fly in for conversation and play with the four-leggeds. Conversations at Dusk.

Its as if she had always known the moon. She feels its curve, its light, its phases as though it lives within her. With each breath, she breathes it in through your soul. Written In Her Skin.

The illusion of a here and there is broken with a glance through the keyhole. To know one another as self is natural, there is no separation.

There is a natural rhythm of movement in everything we do. Each part of the flow including ourselves innately knowing its timing with ease. The glide is our's for the taking when we lean in Without Resistance.