WITH LOVE...
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MAY
2016

UNFORSEEN WRITER 

In the spring of 2016, I came across a writing challenge... 100 Naked Words. I was intrigued... Could I write 100 words per day? What would I say? What might come of it?

I began with a sorry little story that wore all my labels, yet led me to learn that a woman who didn’t think she had a creative bone in her body has more than a few.

Nearly a decade later, I'm still wrangling words and ideas into stories, grateful to have found the field-of-dreams where my head and heart play on the same team.

Who knows where an opportunity
embraced might lead?

UNEXPECTED ARTIST

Fueled by rhubarb scones, I crossed two invisible boundaries on a sunny August Sunday. The first was an imaginary line between two states in the Midwest. The second boundary… was a bit more mysterious.

A friend invited me to join her for an interactive art studio experience. I was quite certain at the age of 53 – I was NOT an artist. But… the workshop was brilliantly called mark-making.

Who can’t make marks?

I was pretty hard on myself that day, believing even my marks were… too bright, too big, too messy, too… me? 

But a funny thing happened that day under the desk lamp. My hands, eyes, and imagination were bit by a brush of Let’s do more!

I've been creating multi-media artwork to complement my stories ever since. I'm certain I see improvement and... my confidence continues to grow.

Who knows what one will discover about themself when setting out on an adventure?

AUGUST 
2021

In her home state of Wisconsin,
Gail Boenning 
wanders, wonders, watercolors, and writes. 
 

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