Willow Woman's Story

The Willow Woman first came to me when I was in a state of recovery from severe depression. She brought light and dreams, growth and hope. I have been drawn to trees throughout my life with sweet memories of climbing my Grandma's willow tree, bright red and yellow colors of fall in the mountains, the fresh scent of pine tingling my nose, and the whisper of an Aspen forest that all reach my soul in tender places. Trees are such majestic, solid, forgiving creatures. They live and flourish throughout life's struggles. Seasonal challenges, trauma, and fire strip them away; and yet they stand-waiting and ready for the time when conditions allow them to bloom.  They do so without reservation, without doubt, because this is what they are meant to do.  I like to stand with the trees. They remind me that I can bloom, unfold and reveal myself to the world with a boldness and courage all my own. I weather loss, suffering, change and challenge. Sometimes my winters are long, but spring always arrives. Nature has always provided me with these insights into my humanity. I stand tall with my friends the trees, and spread my arms wide while looking to the sky, where all my hopes, dreams, and the promise of a purpose-driven life await me. The art I create, and the photographs I take all come from this space of feeling, of knowing and embracing my relationship with nature. My work strives to be a reminder of the beauty, the calm, and the healing we can all experience in the natural world. 

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