The studio is the one place I feel completely at home. When I’m in there, everything quiets down. I feel safe, grounded, and connected, like I’m plugged into something bigger than myself. It’s not just a workspace. It’s where I feel most real. Outside the studio, life hits fast. Responsibilities, noise, distractions, all the things
Mother Earth protects and nourishes her seedlings with a blanket of snow. Hidden under the surface of the soil is a hidden world of new life waiting to emerge and fill the world with beauty and nourishment. ”The Season of Hidden Growth” 12”x12” Acrylic Painting on canvas. Original Art by P.Forbes © 2024 – 2026,
Have you ever seen something that made you wonder because it seemed not to fit? At the start of fall we came across a bike trail “Turkey Creek Streamway”, at the beginning of the bike trail there is a park named “Turkey Creek Waterfall Park”. The waterfall was an unusual sight in the area. I
Every painting has its beginning as a strong emotion inside of me.Today I decided to write about the emotions that inspired me to paint “Stormy Nights” I lost my wayThe darkness of my mind has swallowed my guiding lightThe ocean waves mock meThe sea will be my end, I have lost hopeOh, moon why have
My Great-Great-Grandparents on my Mothers side left Ireland during the Potato Famine. The four of them came first to New York where they met and married, both sets ended up in Blaine, KS. The Teahan’s raised cattle and the Fagan’s farmed the land.My Great-Grandparents met and got married, they had two sons and one daughter
Traveling through the prairie of central Kansas, I come across many abandoned silos. The haunting beauty of a lone silo surviving the harsh weathering of time, reminds me of people that long have past. Their tenacious spirit of survival as they battled harsh winters, summer heat, and drought to harvest the grain to feed the
