Emmy's Blog
Returning to Old Work
Returning to older work can feel like opening a familiar journal — memory without words. A reflection on revisiting a digital piece from years ago, honoring what it holds, and...
Returning to Old Work
Returning to older work can feel like opening a familiar journal — memory without words. A reflection on revisiting a digital piece from years ago, honoring what it holds, and...
The Space Between Then and Now
While cleaning my art studio, I uncovered unfinished work, old sketches, and writing that reminded me the voice behind my art has always been there — waiting for room.
The Space Between Then and Now
While cleaning my art studio, I uncovered unfinished work, old sketches, and writing that reminded me the voice behind my art has always been there — waiting for room.
Experimenting with Watercolor on Canvas
Today I’m experimenting with watercolor on canvas, and I’m loving how different it feels from working on paper. This piece is all about layers, intuition, and letting the process be...
Experimenting with Watercolor on Canvas
Today I’m experimenting with watercolor on canvas, and I’m loving how different it feels from working on paper. This piece is all about layers, intuition, and letting the process be...
Studio Notes: Returning to Creating
Lately I’ve been finding my way back into my creative rhythm — not in a huge dramatic way, but in small sessions that remind me I’m still creating. I’m practicing...
Studio Notes: Returning to Creating
Lately I’ve been finding my way back into my creative rhythm — not in a huge dramatic way, but in small sessions that remind me I’m still creating. I’m practicing...
Piney River Reset
I started the new year in Tennessee near the Piney River, letting nature slow everything down. Between the quiet water, winter trees, and finding fossils along the riverbank, I felt...
Piney River Reset
I started the new year in Tennessee near the Piney River, letting nature slow everything down. Between the quiet water, winter trees, and finding fossils along the riverbank, I felt...
Closing Out the Year
Christmas has come and gone, and I’m sitting in that quiet space afterward — where the lights are still glowing and the year starts to feel like it’s exhaling. I’m...
Closing Out the Year
Christmas has come and gone, and I’m sitting in that quiet space afterward — where the lights are still glowing and the year starts to feel like it’s exhaling. I’m...