Sarah Winkler. #100ittybittyblogposts

Time for another artist spotlight . Today I’d like to introduce you to Denver painter Sarah Winkler.

Sarah studied Art and Earth Science at William Paterson University. Her interest in geology and ecological processes show up strongly in her work. Her layered pieces of the desert and American mountain landscapes really speak to me.

I think her take on landscapes is refreshing and unique. I feel that Sarah captures the textures and rawness of these landscapes and transforms them into clever modern works of art. I hope you love her work too.

Check out Sarah’s current solo exhibition if you’re in the Denver area.

Check out Sarah’s current solo exhibition if you’re in the Denver area.

Stars Lead the Way #100ittybittyblogposts

Tonight I was driven home under the stars of a southern California sky.

The breeze blew and the stars were constant.

The trees swayed and the stars were constant.

I was swept away and the stars were constant.

The moon was happy tonight.

xo Jen

Someone Else's Shoes #100ittybittyblogposts

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Have you ever reacted to someone else’s great news in a surprisingly negative way at first? If so… did you sit with it and think, huh, that was weird. Did you ask yourself, why did that just happen? I don’t like that feeling. Where is that coming from and why?

I did, and then I asked myself, Do I Want to Be in Someone Else’s Shoes?

I’m not sure I know the answer to that question yet. I’ll have to keep asking. I’ll have to find my path forward. How about you?

xo Jen

I Used to Write Poems... #100ittybittyblogposts

I used to write poems when I was in high school. They lived on for a while in a notebook where I would reread them every now and again. I would remember what drove me to write them. I would remember how they just flowed, no oversight, no correction… perhaps no good.

I used to write poems in high school, and it always made me happy to reread them. There was some kind of magic there. Some grasping at the stars, some freedom and some confidence. Those poems were for me and not for you. Those poems were pure and they were true.

Maybe I’ll write myself a new poem. If I do, I won’t tell you about it. It won’t be for you.

xo Jen