09/20/2026
This has been a heck of a week, and I want to be honest with you about it.
My hands know exactly what they want to do right now — pick up a brush, dip into Van Gogh watercolor, watch color bloom across Arches paper. They just can't. It's been six days since I've painted, and it wasn't supposed to be this way.
Tuesday I went in for what should've been a routine MRI. Instead, the way my arm was positioned during the scan left me with a nerve and muscle injury in my painting shoulder — the one arm I need most for my work. I'm currently on a prednisone dose pack, hoping it brings the inflammation down before this drags out any longer. Some days I feel hopeful. Other days it feels like an unknown timeline with no clear end.
Here's the small silver lining: my "studio" this week is a heating pad, a very devoted nurse pug curled up on my lap, and a lot of staring at blank canvases I'm not cleared to touch yet. It's frustrating and honestly a little funny how hard my body is forcing me to slow down when every creative bone in me wants to get back to the tape and the pigment.
I don't have a neat resolution to wrap this up with — I'm just being honest, because the real version of this creative life includes the hard weeks, not just the finished paintings. If you've got positive thoughts or healing energy to spare, I'd genuinely welcome them right now. 💛
On the brighter side — I'm SO close to reaching 200 followers here on Facebook, and I'd love your help getting there. If you enjoy the colorful, geometric watercolor work I share, follow the page, and if you're active on Instagram too, come find me there as well at for behind-the-scenes process videos and the next painting reveal the moment I'm back in the studio.
If you know someone who'd love bold, colorful art — share this post with them, or tag them in the comments. Every follow and every share genuinely helps a small independent art brand grow. 🎨
More color is coming. I just need my shoulder to catch up with my heart.