Making Art While Making Humans

Whew. Where do I even begin?

If you saw me at an art show this year, smiling and chatting like I hadn’t just dry-heaved behind my booth 20 minutes earlier — well, congrats, you witnessed a very convincing performance artist.

Yep, I’ve been growing more than just art this year. Turns out… I’ve also been growing humans.

And not just one.

TWO.
(Cue the dramatic twin plot twist music.)

When I first saw those two little blinking heartbeats on the screen, I laughed, cried, and possibly muttered a few words that can’t be repeated in this blog. Let’s just say I was surprised. And also thrilled. And mildly panicked. And then thrilled again.

But let’s rewind a little.

This year started with a mission: keep making art, keep showing up. I had art shows lined up, colored pencils begging for attention, and a brain full of wildflower ideas. What I didn’t plan for? Creating while feeling like my stomach was staging a protest most days. The fatigue? Real. The nausea? Relentless. The desire to nap in my booth? Constant.

And yet… somehow, between the sleepy mornings and snack-fueled evenings, I managed to make some pieces I absolutely love. Some of my best, if I’m honest. There’s something about growing life that cracks you open a bit — makes the world feel a little more tender, a little more important, and a little more magical.

I’ve always said my art is about noticing — the small things, the wild things, the beauty tucked in the chaos. And pregnancy has been the ultimate “chaos with beauty” lesson. Like, yes, I can't see my feet. Yes, I cried over a sandwich. Yes, I waddled through art shows like a desert tortoise. But dang, did I keep creating.

And now? I’m preparing to move my studio, make room for two tiny roommates, and probably draw a few wildflowers one-handed while holding a baby (or two) next year.

So here’s to this wild, weird, wonderful season of life. Thank you for being here for it — whether you’ve snagged a print, cheered me on, or just followed along while I make art and accidentally grow an entire party pack of babies.

There’s so much more to come.
(And probably a lot more snacks.)

With love and a very full belly,
Sara