2014. a new year. i love fresh starts. not that we don't carry forward our experiences from yesterday. here's some of what the end of 2013 looked like for me. time working hard in the studio. and travel to new faraway places for inspiration.

sketching in the studio.

copenhagen, denmark.



  1. Thanks for sharing these photos from your travels, Eileen! The man with the red hat & banjo looks like a living gnome!

    1. exactly! gnomes are everywhere there at christmas time! thanks for taking a look, kathy!

  2. Eileen, I'm sure you probably already have all the help you need, but if you do need someone for your denver photo weekend, I would love to help. Hope all is well, Best wishes, Chad

    1. hi chad! contact rmsp if you would like to volunteer! would be great to see you! hope all is well with you!

  3. Your thoughts and images conjure up 3 G's - gentleness, gravitas and a certain good-naturedness

    Ronnie Dayal


talking with you.
about the state of the world.
and where we fit in.
crunching leaves...

moving through. simply.

airplane graveyard.
you stand among the ruins.
delicate and hopeful and young. busted up fuselage. your dress so fitted and pressed.
motionless. burned out wings.
not knowing if the remains are yours.
injured girl.
rusting yellow metal in heaps. lush green grass grows around you. as the bright country sun lights up your hair.
sun flare obscures your face and shoulder.
but you remain.
a giant among the battered pieces.
of this airplane graveyard.
and your world.

once we were best friends. without even knowing.
it's your turn to turn off the light.

once we were alike. without even knowing.
watching thunderstorms on the patio.

once we were confidantes. without even knowing.
we didn’t know what secrets were.

once we were happy. without even knowing.
that goodness meant we were together.

. you whispered. i heard it. i am sure.

grow. i whispered back. on the breeze that blew between us.

grow. i feel it. but i sit here in defiance.

grow. you know it. and you thrust out your shoots, without intention.

grow. i want it. but i am swimming in the thickest sea.

grow. you must. so you reach through the power lines for your sky.

grow. i can. but these tendrils hold me to this merciless earth.

grow. you will. and i’ll look for shelter below you.

grow. i will. but first let me rest my body against you.

grow. you have. and i cannot imagine this world without you.

grow. i am trying. but i cannot keep up with you.

grow. you show me. let me learn from your strength.

grow. i whispered. did i hear it? i am sure.