Emmy's Blog
The Moment Before Release
I’m surrounded by originals—some unfinished, some ready to be sealed. There’s a moment that comes with that… where I have to say, this is done. Letting go isn’t always easy...
The Moment Before Release
I’m surrounded by originals—some unfinished, some ready to be sealed. There’s a moment that comes with that… where I have to say, this is done. Letting go isn’t always easy...
A Language Without Words
There was a time when I didn’t feel like I had a voice. Now I see it everywhere—in color, in movement, in every mark I’ve made. This is what creating...
A Language Without Words
There was a time when I didn’t feel like I had a voice. Now I see it everywhere—in color, in movement, in every mark I’ve made. This is what creating...
Reworking Old Art Is Not About Fixing It
Reworking old art isn’t about fixing what was—it’s about reconnecting with who you were and allowing that voice to exist alongside who you are now.
Reworking Old Art Is Not About Fixing It
Reworking old art isn’t about fixing what was—it’s about reconnecting with who you were and allowing that voice to exist alongside who you are now.
When Life Brings Stillness to the Studio
Some weeks the studio flows effortlessly. Other weeks life asks us to pause. A reflection on how family, memory, and quiet moments shape the rhythm of creativity.
When Life Brings Stillness to the Studio
Some weeks the studio flows effortlessly. Other weeks life asks us to pause. A reflection on how family, memory, and quiet moments shape the rhythm of creativity.
The Moment Before the Image Appears
A reflection on the earliest stage of my painting process, where intuition, mark-making, and subconscious imagery begin to shape what the artwork will become.
The Moment Before the Image Appears
A reflection on the earliest stage of my painting process, where intuition, mark-making, and subconscious imagery begin to shape what the artwork will become.
The Opening I Didn’t Know Was an Opening
A reflection on grief, rupture, and the quiet expansion of awareness — how an early introduction to Carl Jung during a season of darkness began shaping my understanding of the...
The Opening I Didn’t Know Was an Opening
A reflection on grief, rupture, and the quiet expansion of awareness — how an early introduction to Carl Jung during a season of darkness began shaping my understanding of the...