‘This is the story of Tabitha Ruth, who wanted a pony and got…’ So begins the first page of Pony, The Moose, one of two books I’ve spent the past six months illustrating.
Read MoreBotanical Musings
I grew up in a garden. So to speak that is.
Read MoreBringing Up Baby
I have a new reason to peruse the picture book shelves at the bookstore. As I write this, that reason is going on five months old, has the cutest little belly and a penchant for illustrations with strong contrast.
Read MoreMirror Image
I’d be lying if I said I don’t pick favorites as a teacher. Well, not pick per se, but there are certain students who stand out from the crowd… Those students who in ways both obvious and inexplicable, remind me of myself.
Read MoreMidwest Nice
As a native Missourian and Iowa transplant I think I’m qualified to say that he trope of ‘midwest nice’ is true.
Read MoreThe Panda in the Room
Let’s talk about the elephant in the room. Or rather panda.
Read MoreMy Little Pony
Over the years as an illustrator I’ve learned to draw all sorts of things I’d never imagined (and required an extensive Google Image search!) from tree kangaroos to tractors. A moose however was one animal not yet on my resume. Until this past month.
Read MoreBite Size
It’s not unusual for me to find the tint of liquid watercolor staining my hands, but paint in my hair? That’s not usually a hazard of working with watercolor in my own art studio.
Read MoreBetter Together
I always thought I would only be happy with a fellow artist.
Read MoreSummer Sizzle Reel
Is it just me, or do back to school ads seem to creep up earlier and earlier every summer?
Read MoreSales, Sun, & Sinatra
I didn’t expect when I unloaded my trunk of all my Market paraphernalia that I would be serenaded by Sinatra for the next five hours.
Read MoreReflections From a Long-Time Conference Goer
This wasn’t my first SCBWI conference. But it was the first in the past four years (read: since the pandemic put a halt to all in-person events) and that alone was enough to make me pack my bags and head three and a half hours north to St. Paul, MN last weekend.
Read MoreSpring into Art
Little did my friend Nic know he would have a full inbox after he left my Art of Illustration class at Drake University last week.
Read MoreLike Student, Like Teacher
It was nearly a week before I noticed. My new ID card that should have sported the label, ‘Faculty’ still said ‘Student.’
Read MoreSalt, Sugar, and Sea Critters
As a kid growing up, birthdays were a double affair: one with friends and one with family. And as a summer birthday girl, my friend parties were often elaborate excuses to pull out the garden hose or kiddie pool on a hot and humid August day. The most memorable was a mermaid-themed party complete with starfish shaped cake, homemade rainbow fish piñata, and treat bag-filled treasure chest at the end of a scavenger hunt.
Today, my 30th birthday, I find myself thinking back to those languid summer days. Hard as I try though, it’s impossible to fully recapture that childhood sense of carefree fun… but I’ve come close.
Since May I’ve hosted four adult botanical watercolor workshops and four kids art camps covering story ideation and creation to under-the-sea critters crafted with crayons and salt!
While I enjoy teaching all ages, there is something extra special about making art with kids, especially when using my favorite medium: watercolor. Adults often become easily frustrated with the way the paint moves across the page as it dries, running into other colors and expanding beyond the bounds of their initial sketch. Kids on the other hand go at it with gusto, reveling in the unpredictable nature of water and pigment, creating tie-dyed designs and rainbows that run in rivulets down the page.
As a professional artist it’s a refreshing reminder for me too that I need not always be so controlling over my own work. The moment I allow myself to be a little less inhibited in my creative process is when the magic happens, it’s when I come close to that feeling of limitless possibility of a long summer day.
And if I needed a reminder as to why I’ve come to love teaching, I found it in my inbox earlier this summer after the first two sessions of my Kids Under the Sea Watercolor Workshops.
Teaching has become something of a symbiotic relationship for me, especially when I can instruct from my own studio. Often I learn a lesson or two from the kids I invite in as much as they learn from me. And to see in writing how much that work is appreciated, well, that’s just the icing on the cake!
Full Circle
My head was spinning. Not from the physical act of moving in a circle; I remained relatively stationary. I was teaching a mandala yoga flow, a sequence in which students move fluidly from one pose to the next, ultimately creating a circle, or mandala on their yoga mats.
It’s a complicated sequence without pause they required me to not just be physically present for my students, but mentally as well. It’s not a flow I would have had the courage or experience to teach two years ago, or perhaps even one year ago. Then again, I never thought I would be teaching a yoga class, let alone prepping for my third year as a college teacher of art and design this fall.
Like my students as they revolved from inhale to exhale on their yoga mats, my journey as a teacher has come full circle as well. This summer I joined the Power Teacher Training Team at my yoga studio to coach students through their 200 hour yoga certification. It’s the same program I took on three years ago, just this time I’m on the other side of the mat.
It’s an experience that feels both familiar and entirely new. Familiar in the sense of nostalgia I experience every training when I recognize the bonds between the students formed from countless practice hours. I too created strong friendships during my training in 2019. But it’s also entirely new to me learning how to constructively give feedback to my students, to acknowledge their strengths and push past their mistakes.
In yoga the term ‘namaste’ means many things. But one interpretation is ‘the essence in me, sees and honors the essence in you.’ Or more aptly, ‘The student and teacher in me, sees and honors the student and teacher in you.’ Because we all are a little of both; student and teacher. I may have my 200 hour certification under my belt, but I’m still learning. I’m learning both how to be a better student and a better teacher.
After all, I credit my experience on my yoga mat for giving me the confidence to teach not just in my yoga studio, but an art studio too. It made me realize that I’m not just content to practice on my own mat or at my own drawing board, but that I want to share my knowledge and skills with others. I want to give back to the communities that have given me so much.
How Does Your Garden Grow
It may haver been a grey day outside, but my studio already naturally bright and chromatic was especially energetic this past Sunday afternoon as I was joined by four aspiring artists during my first of three Botanical Watercolor Workshops this spring/summer.
Read MoreThe Art of Time Travel
I’m used to waking to the sound of my alarm that sits beside my bed. But it took me the first couple of class periods to acclimate to the warning bells that rang shrilly through the halls during each four minute passing period.
Read MoreAn Anniversary
It’s hard to believe that it’s been a year now since I first moved into my current space at Mainframe Studios.
Read MoreWhen Life Gives You Lemon
I woke to the sound of a thumping tail. A pair of big brown eyes and even bigger ears stared back at me and listened intently for the slightest movement from across the room.
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