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The Purple of Pills & Peaches

An exploration of the in-between and our sovereignty in it. The beauty at the edges - a body in transformation as vitiligo eats melanin, olive skin bleached barely pink. The sensual luxury of a summer peach - slurping its juicy sweet while in bed with the pain of chronic illness. The ruffliest joy and persisting strength of the feminine, a resistance to a patriarchal world. The circles of the mug and bowls contain the cycles of our lives, dis-ease and wellness, pills and peaches. Yonic symbols representing the feminine are painted throughout in Vs, triangles, and most obviously in the amulet tattoo. The amulet, a vulva atop a horse with a bow and torch, was historically worn as protection by medieval travelers against rapists, plague, and other dangers. And purple everywhere, like a healing bruise, in the in-between. Convalescing, yet very much alive. This is my power in the grief of another day in bed.

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Parts Work: An Altar

Sacred objects are each symbolic of a Part - a memory, belief, or emotion. Some Parts are natural, rustic, made of metal and stone. Others are playful, manufactured, fragile. All of them are illuminated from either an interior warm glow or a cool stream of exterior light. Refelected. Gathered and grounded on the wood of an antique dresser. In the comfort of home. The Parts form an altar to the Self and honor life's journey of becoming whole once again. This is a type of painting that is excellent for collaboration. I would be honored to help you create your own altar of your own sacred Parts.

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Kimmi Annie is Four!

For my first portrait, I decided to revisit a birthday and spend time with my little self. It was a joy to paint the details of the chair and jeans from my childhood. I still remember how luxurious that large can of Coke felt in my tiny hands. But perhaps I most enjoyed creating the balloons and being with beloved characters of my youth.

$680

Kimber Farm

On a trip to California for my 36th birthday, I was struck by the same green, rolling hills of my childhood farm in Maryland almost 3,000 miles and decades away. It seemed the same cows of my youth were on this cliffside pasture on the edge of California breathing in morning ocean air rather than the fog off the Eastern foothills. I was reminded of who I was and the place that made me.

$450