I turn 33 this year. My knees sound like Pop Rocks.  I have a mortgage. 

Yet, I still feel like a child when I enter certain rooms. One disapproving glance can send me back to a time when little me could shut out the world and not put down my Crayolas for hours.  In the last three decades of life, I’ve realized that hiding from rejection only results in false safety and loneliness.

Cyanotypes, also known as sunprints, have become one of my favorite ways to slow down and create. For me, this process is an exciting way to explore nature while making calming imagery. Much like Mother Nature herself, I have learned to love the unpredictability of working with chemicals, sunlight, time, and form. If you are just getting started, here is everything I wish I had known when I began.