Emmy's Blog
Back to the Table: Creating My Small Works Coll...
Returning to my studio after illness, I began creating again—small works layered in texture, patience, and light.
Back to the Table: Creating My Small Works Coll...
Returning to my studio after illness, I began creating again—small works layered in texture, patience, and light.
When Rest Becomes Its Own Kind of Art
A reflection on slowing down, listening to your body, and rediscovering creative stillness while healing from illness.
When Rest Becomes Its Own Kind of Art
A reflection on slowing down, listening to your body, and rediscovering creative stillness while healing from illness.
When Artists Evolve: Why Change Feels Uncomfort...
When artists evolve, it can feel unsettling for fans—but creative growth is what keeps art alive. Inspired by the reactions to Taylor Swift’s new album, this reflection explores why artistic...
When Artists Evolve: Why Change Feels Uncomfort...
When artists evolve, it can feel unsettling for fans—but creative growth is what keeps art alive. Inspired by the reactions to Taylor Swift’s new album, this reflection explores why artistic...
When Thoughts Get Loud: Learning to Return to M...
Intrusive thoughts have a way of circling until they feel real. But I’m learning they’re just thoughts — not truths. Between ADHD overwhelm, illness, and self-doubt, I’m finding that acceptance...
When Thoughts Get Loud: Learning to Return to M...
Intrusive thoughts have a way of circling until they feel real. But I’m learning they’re just thoughts — not truths. Between ADHD overwhelm, illness, and self-doubt, I’m finding that acceptance...
Painting the Beat: Where Music and Visual Art Meet
When I paint, I almost always have music playing. Sometimes it fades into the background, but other times the rhythm slips right into my brushstrokes. A line of dots feels...
Painting the Beat: Where Music and Visual Art Meet
When I paint, I almost always have music playing. Sometimes it fades into the background, but other times the rhythm slips right into my brushstrokes. A line of dots feels...
Nashville Revisited: Music, Memory, and the Art...
Back then, I avoided watching Nashville because I was afraid I’d cringe at the glossy version of Music City. The country music being celebrated at the time didn’t feel like...
Nashville Revisited: Music, Memory, and the Art...
Back then, I avoided watching Nashville because I was afraid I’d cringe at the glossy version of Music City. The country music being celebrated at the time didn’t feel like...