Before Oz Had a Name Before the doors. Before the lantern woods. Before the mythology I now paint -There was Lightning . . Lightning: The Pony That Started It All Horses have shaped my life for as long as I can remember — my art, my farm, even the quiet mythology of Oz that threads through my work. But it all really began with one small golden pony named Lightning. I had loved horses obsessively since childhood. My bedroom walls were covered in horse posters. I devoured books

Some paintings arrive quietly. Others seem to carry a presence from the beginning. This Friesian horse portrait was one of those pieces. From the first brushstroke, it felt less like creating an image and more like translating an energy. The calm strength horses often embody, that mixture of gentleness and deep knowing familiar to anyone who has loved them. Horses have always occupied a symbolic space in my work. They represent companionship, intuition, movement between world

Something new has been unfolding quietly in the Studio. Over the past few nights, I’ve been building a growing collection of everyday objects designed to carry a little piece of Oz out into the world — beyond the canvas, beyond the walls of the gallery, and into daily life. I’m so excited to introduce a new wave of Studio at Oz products , including: Storybook-inspired journals Lantern mugs Canvas tote bags Soft apparel Decorative pillows and home goods. Each one is created as

Guardian of the Lantern Woods — original oil painting from Spirit Animals of Oz. Some paintings arrive as images. Others arrive as presences. Guardian of the Lantern Woods emerged slowly through the twilight of my Spirit Animals of Oz series — not as a creature alone, but as a protector at the edge of the unseen world. The wolf has always symbolized instinct, loyalty, and deep inner knowing. But in Oz, the animals are never only animals. They are messengers. They walk beside

The hearth of creation where quiet becomes color. Oz is not just a place. It is the landscape where my life and my art meet. It is the home ground beneath everything I create. It began as a dream, long before it was real. There was a dream of a sanctuary with a life shaped by animals, open air, quiet rituals, and beauty that doesn’t ask to be explained. Over time that dream became tangible. A farm. A studio. A world with its own rhythm. Oz is where the horses are fed in the e

Wisdom o/c 36"x36" From One Painting to Many Paths: How Art Becomes an Ecosystem At times a painting begins as something simple. A moment , a feeling and a presence that asks to be translated into color and form. That was the beginning of my Mustang painting — a 36” x 36” oil portrait of wild horses, carrying a kind of calm wisdom that felt older than words. At the time, I wasn’t thinking about products or income streams or strategy. I was listening. I was painting. I was fol

In memory of Maxwell Who Will Forever Walk Beside Me The Animal Guardians of Oz T here are certain beings who enter our lives quietly. They do not announce themselves with grandeur. They do not demand to be understood. And yet, somehow, they become part of the architecture of our days. They walk beside us. Not only as companions…but as keepers of something unseen. In my world of Oz , a place both real and imagined, rooted in farm life and layered with story animals are not

Hadji a Prince among horses.. He has been my friend through many dangers. Some animals enter our lives who are more than companions. Hadji is one of that souls for me. In the world of Oz, he is not only a beloved friend but a presence that feels protective, steady, and sacred. He is the home world. As Cigány The Theater of The Horse paintings began to emerge the parallel world of light, travelers and a cast of performers Hadji is there at the threshold. He is the guardian

Sometimes the stories find us before we even know what they are about. A friend recently recommended The Midnight Library, and I began reading it without any idea what I was stepping into. I thought it would simply be a good book—something quiet to hold in the evenings. But almost immediately, it opened into the very themes I’ve been painting: parallel lives, unseen paths, the feeling that other worlds exist beside this one, shimmering just out of reach. At the same time, I’v

It had been several years since I owned a horse. I recently moved back to Indiana where I was born and raised from LA. My sister now had children and I spent a lot of time with them. I was living and working on a small private horse farm at the time and my nephew Noah would come spend the night with me. I would put him on my mare Flowy a bay thoroughbred who came with the farm. We decided he should take some lessons in the area and we found a small farm nearby. Also about thi

Introduction

A Lifetime Love of Animals

Life on a farm offers a unique source of artistic inspiration. The rhythms of nature, the changing seasons, and the simple yet profound moments of daily farm life provide endless material for creativity. On Oz Farm, these elements come together to create a rich environment that fuels artistic expression in many forms. Every day on the farm reveals new scenes and stories that can spark ideas for painting, writing, photography, and other creative pursuits. This post explores ho

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