New Beginnings, Just at the Solar Eclipse

Dearest, Most Wonderful Friends,

I hope this post finds you all doing beautifully!

Just in time for the solar eclipse tomorrow, I have revamped and will be consolidating all my websites onto one. So please visit me at for art and blog posts. I look foward to seeing you there!

With all my gratitude for your splendid support here, and wishing you every joy and success imaginable ~

xx Kat 


a really very happy Merry Merry ~ 

I am so grateful for you all and wish you the most glorious Christmas and Holiday Season imaginable! May 2014 bring you every joy your hearts desire.  

Yesterday, this painting ("Mary") went off to a very happy home in London ~ 



"Live the Life You Have Imagined" 

Wishing you a very bright and happy Halloween with a little Henry David thrown in ~


How Beautiful Is Beautiful? OMGodding All Over & Beyond ~ Through Art & Life

My dear friend Donald recently asked, under rather unusual circumstances I won't go into just now, "How beautiful is beautiful, Kat?" He was speaking to my art, what he thought my life was all about .. And I realized during the course of our conversation that afternoon, more than ever before, that I wanted to be real in my body and to serve others by what I call "OMGodding" all over the place ~ enthusing, whether through painting, writing, great conversations, healings or .. however things play out, in connecting to the light and its gorgeous rays. Reveling in Life through, in my case, art. A sense of de-crystallization, elegant dissolution following this exquisite hunger for the light, has pervaded the past few years for me—when I am aware, it is as though the Fabric of Everything comes endlessly through every moment, my soul pouring through my heart (Donald again) with passion and intoxication in every heartbeat. Traveling out and out to build on the light that's been, by bringing in ever more joy and expansiveness. Holding a space for this light is what I am humbly devoting myself and my hours to. 

I know it's a big request, but I would love to hear from all of you about your beautiful journeys these days .. What are you up to? How big and juicy and fun are you playing? How are your dreams shaping up, and are they what you really wanted? What are you discovering, or allowing yourself to see that is changing you and Life forever? Are you the you you imagined being when you were tiny? Or is that not even relevant anymore?

My fabulous photographer friend KC, I found later, had sent me this image while Donald and I were talking. The linen canvas was from my time in Malta. Serendipity seems a fitting title.

Sending you all so much love and light and joy always,



Zbigniew Herbert Poem for Paul on A Perfect Sunday ~

Prayer of Mr. Cogito—Traveler



I thank You for creating the world beautiful and very diverse

also for permitting me in Your inexhaustible goodness to be in places that were not the places of my everyday torment


—that at night in Tarquinia I lay down in a square near a well and the swinging   bronze from a tower announced Your wrath or forgiveness

while a small donkey on the island of Corfu sang to me from his incredible bellows lungs the melancholy of the landscape

and in the ugly city of Manchester I discovered people who were sensible and good

nature repeated its wise tautologies: the forest was a forest the sea was the sea rock was rock

stars moved in circles and it was as it should be—Jovis omnia plena

—forgive me that I thought only of myself when the lives of others turned circled around me cruelly irreversible like the great astrological clock of Saint Peter’s in Beauvais

that I was lazy absent-minded too careful in labyrinths and grottos

forgive me also that I didn’t fight like Lord Byron for the happiness of captive peoples that I watched only risings of the moon and museums

—thank You that the works created for Your glory let me share a particle of their secret and I imagined in my great presumptuousness that Duccio Van Eyck Bellini painted also for me

and also the Acropolis which to the end I never understood patiently laying bare before me its mutilated body

—I ask You to reward the ancient white-haired man who brought me fruit from his garden without being asked on the burnt island where the son of Laertes was born

as well as Miss Helen of the misty island of Mull in the Hebrides who received me in a Greek manner and asked me to leave a lit lamp by the window at night facing holy Iona so the land’s lights could greet each other

also all those who showed me the road and said kato kyrie kato

and take under Your protection Mama from Spoleto Spiridion of Paxos the good student from Berlin who saved me in a difficult moment then unexpectedly met me in Arizona and drove me to the Grand Canyon which is like a hundred thousand cathedrals with their heads turned downward

—permit me O Lord not to think about my watery-eyed gray foolish persecutors when the sun sinks into the Ionian Sea truly indescribable

permit that I understand other people other tongues other sufferings

and above all else let me be humble which means he who desires the spring

thank You Lord for creating the world beautiful and diverse

and if it is Your seduction I am seduced forever and with no forgiveness