another cup of tea

I get to….fix myself hot teahold a steaming mug in my handspull a wool shawl around my shouldersshift my weight in my cozy chairsip and gaze out my windowunbroken by bullets I get tostep into the showerturn on the wateradjust the temperaturelet hot water lavish my...

big sky and the war of art

For years several 24’ x 36’ stretched canvases were tucked in a corner of my studio. Every time I looked at them I had a smoldering desire to transform them into paintings. Yet year after year they sat there, untouched. Ahhh the War of Art, as Steve Pressfield rightly...

new mexico sky musings ~ a new release

There was a time a long time ago when I considered signing my name on my paintings with my initials, because a landscape painter named “Dawn” seemed a little too sweet, maybe even cliche´. I’m glad I got over that. According to my mother, it was my father who...

painting my way back to philmont….

  Over lunch, I had commented to my friend that I was shocked we hadn’t suffered any fires yet. The winter and spring had been worrisomely mild, and the winds had howled across April and May. And yet here it was one day from June and New Mexico had hardly...