"The imagination has both shaped and been shaped by the spaces it passes through on two feet."

~Mauli (sounds like cauli but with more flower)

Somewhere between the childhood of fascination and the maturity of awareness lies my art. Tuned to a different beat, it was early on that my love affair with the natural world took seed. I collected twigs, pebbles, and feathers and lined them up the way most children display their prized stuffed animals. Although young, I knew inside, that outside was a world of information and what the wilderness offered was more than my arms could ever hold. These many moons later, the understanding of eco-intelligence governs my actions in mindful ways.

Born the last child, the “oops” child, the favorite child:):), and a child with abundant right brain activity, I’ve always been at my best when left alone- alone as in endless hours, even days of me being with, well, me.  Solitude by choice is the field where most creative people bring their picnics.  

Nick-named,“Lewis and her dog, Clark,” best characterizes my journey. I am an explorer, a wanderer, and a contemplative soul more satiated with mystery and magic than anything man-made. 

Solitude. Silence. Space.

“I need space” means different things to different people, so I like to follow that up with, “where the buffalo roam,” kind of space. It is in this quieting of self that I am better able to feel my way through this beautiful journey.

The natural world continues to shape my life--not only as my playground but also as an ever-yielding source of inspiration and spirituality. My art-nothing more than my own unfolding with eyes wide open. The gift of original creativity and the ability to call it forward from feeling to full manifestation is for me as organic a relationship as the wind has with the wheat field.

Still, how to explore, express or define a woman’s mind and what makes her heart sing might be best left to the individual who dares take her pulse.

It would take pages of poetry, prose, and ghost stories with wide margins freely scribbled for me to begin to introduce myself.

Nestle in instead, the fire is warm.

 “circular, unpredictable, moving, and flowing, nature moves around herself in an unending breath of life.”