Whether you arrive in San Pedro, Belize by water taxi, or a single engine Cessna, you’re guaranteed to step into a damp, salty atmosphere where magic lingers at every turn. Hidden in the shade of the coconut palms, woven through the tangled mangrove branches, glistening in the seawater shimmer, the island possesses an energy that I’m blessed to connect with.Read More
I’m writing openly and vulnerably about the realities of life on a small Caribbean island, and my journey as I use three mediums (watercolor, writing, and jewelry design) to build a social impact brand that supports women’s health, safety, and dignity, and how I am learning to use mindfulness and spirituality to guide me through the deepest struggles and most trying times.Read More
Down to the Banana Republics, down to the tropical sun… Every time I gaze upon the banana leaves that shade my San Pablo backyard, the calypso beat and steel drum rhythms that accompany Jimmy Buffett’s twangy tenor vocals, play on repeat, through my mind.Read More
It wouldn't have crossed my mind to illustrate and African inspired watercolor quadryptich, or paint a portrait of Saint Lucy, or to capture the sweet innocence of a jungle-themed nursery, but over the past year, the work that I've been commissioned to paint for my clients has become a hugely important component in my body of work.Read More
I approached the crude structure and pulled aside a piece of madras fabric that had been fashioned into an entrance. Incense smoke twisted and curled through the air in a thick haze. As my eyes adjusted to the dimly lit, smoke filled room, they fixated upon a Nefertiti-esque woman.
I arrived in San Pedro town on Tuesday evening, after a long day of travel. My love was waiting for me at the water taxi station, ready to take me to a private house on a secluded beach front property on the north side of the island. He planned to help a friend with some work on the property while giving me some quiet time to work on my art.Read More
The concept of surrender doesn’t come as innately as my urge to control, so I guess it makes sense that I’ve been at a loss for words. In fact, it’s such a foreign concept to me that the Universe has continued to send me an army of angels to guide me toward living through surrender.Read More