Hola, amigos del Internet!!

It’s been a long time… and oh boy—a lot has happened.

I was waiting to be seated in my new chair, in my new studio, sharing a beautiful photo of the place with clean, aesthetic clothes—you know, the Instagram-artist-kind-of vibe. But the truth is, I’m sitting in my halfway-done nook, in a lovely sunroom filled with wrapping paper, dust, and half-watered plants.

And yet…

There’s a little crispness in the air.

Sunshine warming my skin.

Five hawks flying right above us.

Ophelia sunbathing like the queen she is.

Hubby cleaning his grill.

And the Ave Maria bells ringing in the background (no, I didn’t play it—it’s the church nearby).

And it is perfect.

So, long story short, we left my beloved tiny town.

Yep. I cried in the woods. I hugged the pines. I said goodbye to my friends (sadly, not all of them). I moved through breast lumps, Ophelia’s lump, job changes—and then we… moved to a new place.

I wasn’t expecting this kind of location, but there were signs (as usual).

I bought a Georgia O’Keeffe cow skull pin at The Art Institute of Chicago. I’ve always known and loved Georgia, but something shifted. I began reading about her again, and I felt deeply connected to her work—her courage, her devotion to place, her reverence for the land and the sun.

Around the same time, I started a pollinator garden. I felt it was time for me to enjoy the sun more—because let’s be real—even in my lovely tiny town, where sunshine wasn’t an everyday guest, the sun is still a star we couldn’t live without.