I was born a preacher's daughter

"The creative adult is the child who has survived."

Painting was a surprising outcome from my pursuit of God.

Journal Entry - January 2009

As the light hits the way, clarity shows thru and the dust particles float up and away.


Today truth revealed hidden lies and now I know the way to go.


I think I'll hide my beginnings so no opinion will crush their creative flare.


I will work in a non-judgmental state and accept my immaturity as fragile and precious and free.


The voices that criticize and the opinions that pretend to know best are not welcome here in my moment.


This time is a gift and this space will become a secret garden, a place for me to be in which no other may enter without invite.


My gift to myself - O patient soul - now is the time to express and explore all that is within you.


-Stacey t

About my Art

My paintings begin with this thought...

"put a little paint in the corner"

...and so I do.


The brushes, the paint, the water and surfaces agree

and I hum or sing or chant a word and begin to move

my hand, not knowing the outcome.


Each is a mystery unfolding before me.

Symbols - messages - bright colors.


I really like some of my paintings

and some I don't,

but I keep them because they are real

whether beautiful or ugly, they are gifts.


Many have names, few have prices

Some have moved out, still more are in hiding.


Selling paintings is surprising to me. Honestly the whole thing is a great mystery and I believe it is a gift from God - very personal.


I hope those who connect with my paintings will be blessed and so I have decided to move forward and give the paintings a chance, to no longer hide them but to embrace the work of an artist.

I'd love to hear from you!

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