She Stopped

36” · 48” Oil on canvas

One afternoon on the Camino, we came to the base of a long hill.

It was late and it was hot—

the kind of heat that slows your steps and stretches the hills taller than they are. 

At the side of the path, a woman sprawled on the ground, unable to continue. One pilgrim glanced at her, crossed to the other side of the road, and kept walking. A couple stopped and asked if she needed anything. “No,” she said, the way we often do when accepting help feels harder than enduring the pain alone.

Then my friend Sara arrived.

She did not stand above the woman and ask another question. She set down her pack and sat beside her. “What are we dealing with?” she asked. The woman explained that her leg had seized with a painful cramp and that she could go no farther. Sara smiled gently. “I’m good at massage,” she said, “and I just bought some oil from a women’s cooperative. May I try to work it out?”

This time, the woman said yes.

Slowly and patiently, Sara massaged the cramped muscle until the pain began to ease. Little by little, movement returned. Then the two women stood.

Three pilgrims climbed the hill together.

As I watched them walk, I recognized the parable of the Good Samaritan, 

not told in a church, but written in sweat, road dust, and kindness.

Compassion did not announce itself.

It simply sat down.

The quiet miracle was not only that Sara stopped. It was also that the injured woman found the courage to receive what was offered. Along the road, may we be the ones who notice. The ones who stop. The ones who sit beside another person in pain.

And when we are the ones lying at the foot of the hill, may we also find the grace to say yes.

I’m so excited to invite you to the opening of When the Road Becomes Prayer: Paintings from the Camino de Santiago. This exhibition brings together paintings and stories inspired by walking the Camino with my family—what we carried, what we received, and what the road taught us along the way. There are many more paintings and stories to share! Please join me for the opening and artist reception Sunday, September 27 at 2:00 PM at St. Matthew’s Cathedral in Dallas. I would love to see you there!

Walking to School – SHOW!

24″x36″ oil on canvas

Please come see my show “Walking to School”! It will open at the Sunderman Gallery There will be an opening reception 6-8pm, Thursday, September 13th. 5100 Ross Avenue, DALLAS,TX 75206

I use my art as a way to notice something beautiful everyday. “Walking to School” has been a whimsical fun series chronicaling my second grade daughter’s daily walks to school.   My 3 older children all start school an hour before my youngest. We like to eat breakfast as a family, so that leaves Lydia and I an extra hour every morning. What I am trying to do is not waste our gift of time, the phrase “killing time” is a phrase that makes me so sad. Instead of “killing” that time I have painted it, and all the adventures and beauty that we found in those extra hours. This series is about half landscapes of what we have seen on our daily walks and half mixed media pieces of people walking. It includes: homework, tardy slips and bit and pieces we collected along the way.  In addition to many kinds of media, I have used a bit of magical realism in these paintings. For example, in “Spokes and Shadows” the light was beautiful, the shadows were beautiful, but the backdrop was generic new suburbia. In my mind, I saw a fantastic tree lined drive, with a young girl pumping up a hill onto great things. In the painting, I created the leaves with bits of homework. As the leaves fell, I could imagine the days and years and the entirety of Lydia’s childhood landing on the drive as she confidently rode into the future.

These paintings are about being present: we put away the phone, compose a rhyme or poem, talk about the day, share our hopes and dreams, plan dinner or our next family celebration.  We notice what is in bloom, when the leaves change color, or when someone repainted their front door. We have noted that all those carpoolers don’t have a chance to: meet a new neighbor, pet a kitten, do a cartwheel, twirl a tutu, pick a flower or sneak a fresh fig hanging over the fence.

In painting this series, my hope is you will be reminded of a sweet memory of when you walked with your friends, siblings, or parent to school. Or you will be reminded of when your child walked to school. Perhaps you will be inspired to be present and get out and find the beauty and life that is in YOUR neighborhood waiting for you to just enjoy and discover!  Perhaps you can grab your dog, or kid, or mom, or neighbor and embark in a simple way to really live your life…go for a walk.