
The Story of "Water Mark"
The Thompson River flows through Loveland and down from Estes Park through a beautiful canyon. When I created this piece, I was...

Five Ways to Regain Your Word Magic
My eyes slowly peeled open as my alarm started ringing… oye. “Ok, don’t look at your phone, start by listening….start by praying…” I did...

Lessons Learned from Wyeth, Hopper and Edith Halpert
I am not a huge fan of biographies or autobiographies. I always found them...boring. Man, it feels good just to say it. I’ve been...

The Blog Red Carpet...
Sometimes when you are working really hard in front of a computer screen, posting things on the world wide web, it is really easy to get...

Learning to Play
I’ve come to a realization as the summer has started to become less magical and more routine. I am terrible at playing. I noticed this...

The Story of “Unmarked Rest Area”
Each of my pieces has a story to it and one of the purposes of my blog is to share those stories. My family and I do a fair amount of...

The Many Layers of Me and My Art: Who is Amelia Furman? My Story (Part 2)
My mother always used to joke with me that I was far too normal to be an artist. Regardless of the lack of sensation to my story, it is MY

SAHM...The Anagram That Changed
My Life
I have always been the go-getter/ over-achiever/ extremely ambitious-type. Since day one I have sought to accomplish projects, meet...

Accepting My Dual Calling
I am both an artist and a mother. This first part of my identity became apparent very early on in life. However, it was not until I was...