Maegan's journal

Stories from the studio, the road, and life in Spain

Essays

Words from the work

Thoughts written between brushstrokes

Chasing light across the Spanish plains

The colors you find when you stop rushing through a landscape.

What the baker knows that I'm still learning

Small towns teach you things that cities never will about time.

The studio in winter and what it demands

Cold light through old windows changes how you see your own work.

The particular way rain falls on stone

Some moments are worth stopping everything to witness closely.

Painting where the river bends toward the mountains

There are places that ask you to stay longer than you planned.

On making work that speaks quietly

Not everything needs to announce itself to matter deeply.