I remember being 18, sitting on the couch with my mom, and in such intense pain over something. I can't remember exactly what it was, but she looked at me with her eyebrows furrowed, confused, almost as if she was feeling my pain too..

In our society we have a limited view on PMS and women’s cycles. We’re taught to hide it, to be embarrassed by it, and to avoid oversharing. We mock it. We try to cover it up with ice cream and wine and painkillers. We do everything but listen to our symptoms and embrace our cycle as a powerful creative force…

I am searching for a feeling. The feeling of such commitment to and passion for your craft that it pulls you in, causing you to lose track of time, look up and it's dark outside, having forgotten to eat lunch or check your phone. Flow state.

I want that more than anything. And I feel a little fraudulent to admit that I currently do not feel this way about my work…

It's a Tuesday morning, the first back in the "office", after a weekend sleeping on the ground and walking through the alpine. I've got a dry nose, peeling forehead, sore legs, bruised hips. Despite the sensation of my body seemingly falling apart, it's been a while since I've felt this alive…

Recently my boyfriend and I were driving to the gym, and instead of our typical chatty trip, I sat in silence looking out at the greening Colorado foothills pass by, feeling nothing. Something had been off with me for a couple weeks, so I chose to try and positive "think" my way out of the funk…

Tuesday, April 3, marks the start of a very exciting time of year -- day 1 of another 100 Day Project! Here's a bit about what it is and some tips I have for newcomers...

Last week I launched a new shop and BIG dream of mine, At Wild Studio, which happened to take place on the exact three-year anniversary of when I quit my day job to pursue design and art. This realization prompted a reflection of the past three years. 

I'm writing this in my robe, face unwashed, with a bottomless cup of coffee by my side after a very late night (and 17-hour day) putting finishing touches to my new site and new shop (!) At Wild Studio!

True story: A few months ago I almost published a post titled "Why I don't want to make more money". I constantly told myself "I don't need to make more than, you know, around $30,000"...

Every February is the deadline for Adobe Creative Residency applications. The Residency is an amazing opportunity to get funding and mentorship and focus on your passion project without any distraction. Thank you, Adobe, for supporting creatives with this opportunity!

I've written in the past about how a formal studio practice didn't work for me (more on that here), but I've always loved having a dedicated space for creative work, so I decided to give a home studio a try. Why: less financial commitment; easier access; and more privacy. (I sing when I paint. Loudly.)

When I discovered this dingy dark concrete room in the basement, I immediately saw it... a studio...

This weekend I packed my Honda Element with everything I needed to eat, sleep, climb, and make art in the desert. A camp kitchen, food, four gallons of water. Climbing shoes, crash pads, sunscreen. Paints, pens, an empty sketchbook.

While rolling on an empty stretch of highway from Colorado to New Mexico, I began recounting my last two trips to this climbing destination, both less than positive experiences. On these trips I became engulfed by feelings of frustration. I developed obsession with certain climbs I couldn't finish. And both times I nearly injured myself from refusing to let. go. of what wasn't working...