07/19/2026
Yesterday at Leduc Art Walk was one of the hottest days of the summer, but what I’ll remember most isn’t the heat—it’s a conversation I’ll never forget.
Many wonderful people stopped by my booth, sharing kind words and personal stories inspired by my artwork. One lovely couple was especially drawn to my stormy wheat field paintings. The husband shared that one painting reminded him of his grandparents’ homestead, where he spent summers with his cousins—the happiest memories of his childhood. He said the only thing missing was the little church that once stood on the horizon.
Then he pulled out his phone and showed me a photograph of the old homestead.
The tree line. The wheat field. The feeling. It was eerily similar to the painting!
As he stood there looking at it, his eyes filled with tears, and soon he was sobbing as decades of cherished memories came rushing back. I found myself tearing up too, and in that moment, two strangers shared a powerful connection—and a hug. Oh and he bought the painting!
As I drove home, I couldn’t stop thinking about that moment.
So much of my work is how I process my own memories of growing up on the prairies, my love for the land, and the grief of those I’ve lost. What amazes me is that somewhere in that very personal process, other people recognize their own stories.
They don’t just see my memories—they find theirs.
Moments like these are one of the greatest gifts of sharing my art.
Thank you to my husband for everything that goes into every art walk—from loading and unloading to setting up and taking everything down—and for believing in me every step of the way. ❤️
And thank you to my two amazing nieces for spending your Saturday helping in the booth and sharing in such a special day.
To top it all off, the evening ended with one of the most spectacular lightning storms of the summer. It felt like the perfect ending to a day filled with stormy landscapes, unforgettable connections, and a beautiful reminder of why I create.
Thank you, Leduc. ❤️
