Driftwood Diaries
I Pick It Out of a Hat… But It’s Not Random
I get asked this a lot…“How do you choose what to paint each month?” And the honest answer? It’s not as planned out as people think. Yes, I have a list. Marine...
I Pick It Out of a Hat… But It’s Not Random
I get asked this a lot…“How do you choose what to paint each month?” And the honest answer? It’s not as planned out as people think. Yes, I have a list. Marine...
Be Still and Know
“Be still, and know that I am God.” — Psalm 46:10 I used to think progress meant movement. Planning. Posting. Producing. Pushing forward. But this past season taught me something different. God does...
Be Still and Know
“Be still, and know that I am God.” — Psalm 46:10 I used to think progress meant movement. Planning. Posting. Producing. Pushing forward. But this past season taught me something different. God does...
A New Year, A New Tide: The Stories Still Waiti...
A new year always feels like standing at the water’s edge. The tide is calm.The horizon wide.And beneath the surface… so many stories waiting to rise. This past season, Jeff...
A New Year, A New Tide: The Stories Still Waiti...
A new year always feels like standing at the water’s edge. The tide is calm.The horizon wide.And beneath the surface… so many stories waiting to rise. This past season, Jeff...
Jeff the Manatee: The Heart of The Tidal Hue Pr...
For years, my daughter begged me to paint a manatee. I kept saying, “someday.” But God has perfect timing, and when The Tidal Hue Project began forming in my heart,...
Jeff the Manatee: The Heart of The Tidal Hue Pr...
For years, my daughter begged me to paint a manatee. I kept saying, “someday.” But God has perfect timing, and when The Tidal Hue Project began forming in my heart,...
1,000 Projects for a 1,000 Species
There’s a rhythm in creation that speaks if you’re still enough to listen.It’s in the crash of the waves, the hum of the wind, the glimmer of light on a...
1,000 Projects for a 1,000 Species
There’s a rhythm in creation that speaks if you’re still enough to listen.It’s in the crash of the waves, the hum of the wind, the glimmer of light on a...
Inside My Studio
There’s something magical about walking into an artist’s studio—it’s like stepping into a world where colors, textures, and ideas collide. My own studio is no exception. Some people see jars...
Inside My Studio
There’s something magical about walking into an artist’s studio—it’s like stepping into a world where colors, textures, and ideas collide. My own studio is no exception. Some people see jars...