Emmy's Blog
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...
When Nature Teaches Me About Art
Nature has always been my quiet teacher. From a honeybee in the Mexican heather to frozen trees after a winter storm, these moments remind me that art doesn’t need control...
When Nature Teaches Me About Art
Nature has always been my quiet teacher. From a honeybee in the Mexican heather to frozen trees after a winter storm, these moments remind me that art doesn’t need control...
The Magic of Layering
Each layer — from washes of color to stitched dots — holds its own story. Together they create rhythm, depth, and a reflection of life itself.
The Magic of Layering
Each layer — from washes of color to stitched dots — holds its own story. Together they create rhythm, depth, and a reflection of life itself.
Rituals for Returning
This summer has been marked by loss, reflection, and the slow work of returning to ritual. Between grief and longing for home, I’m learning to give myself grace—to mourn, to...
Rituals for Returning
This summer has been marked by loss, reflection, and the slow work of returning to ritual. Between grief and longing for home, I’m learning to give myself grace—to mourn, to...
Rust and Gold: How the Season Shapes My Studio
As fall arrives, my studio shifts into a palette of rust and gold. See how seasonal colors shape my creative process, from first washes to tangled botanical forms.
Rust and Gold: How the Season Shapes My Studio
As fall arrives, my studio shifts into a palette of rust and gold. See how seasonal colors shape my creative process, from first washes to tangled botanical forms.