I'm Movin' Out! (Of the Studio)

I'm Movin' Out! (Of the Studio)

I want my own art studio.

That's been the dream for years. I've painted on virtually every floor in my apartment, on hotel room tables, in the van I lived in for 8 months, on dirt back roads, and in my friend's metalworking garage. I've accidentally splattered paint on furniture and once even ruptured the top of a tube, leaving a splotch of teal on my studio apartment ceiling (goodbye, security deposit).

But oh, to have my own art studio — what a dream!

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The Life of an Artist

The Life of an Artist

There is a whole part to being an artist that we don’t talk about much.

The feeling, the opening, the brutal joy and pain behind the colors, the lines, the strokes. A creative life is just as much about feeling as it is about making.

I’m slowly learning this vicious, gorgeous cycle...

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A Land You Learn to Love Slowly

A Land You Learn to Love Slowly
I moved a few months ago. Same city, new apartment. That felt weird. I’m used to moving a bit farther — across the country or an ocean. I have a knack for starting over. For burning it all down. I’ve never stayed for long, never rooted, never fought for love.

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All Things #Vanlife Q&

All Things #Vanlife Q&
Over the past year you've asked some great questions on everything from where to park, to working while traveling, to what it's like being a solo woman on the road, so I've put some of my answers in one handy place for you.

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She Chooses To Be Here

She Chooses To Be Here

It's midnight and am sitting on an air mattress with my new pup, Dewey, asleep by my side. After six months of driving, analyzing, planning, reanalyzing, and Craigslist-ing.. I'm finally sliding under a big down comforter in a house with a deep sigh of relief. You can stop running. You can rest.

This didn't happen effortlessly, although it could have (more on that another time). And even now I still have hesitations.

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