Welcome to Clucking Hill
At the edge of the Rappahannock, on top of a hill in Virginia, among chickens, gardens, paintbrushes, and a growing collection of stories, Clucking Hill came to life.
What began as watercolor paintings gradually became something more—a place to gather, create, tell stories, and celebrate the beauty hidden in everyday moments.
Here you'll find original artwork, hand-embellished prints, watercolor classes, observations from the woods, and the growing world of The Forest and Other Conspiracies.
Whether you're an artist, a collector, a dreamer, or simply someone who appreciates a little beauty in the world, you're welcome here.
Take a look around and stay awhile.
About Clucking Hill
I paint because creating beauty changed my life.
For years, watercolor was something I squeezed into the corners of a busy, complicated life. Over time, it became something more—a place to rest, heal, experiment, and reconnect with joy. What began as a creative outlet gradually became a way of seeing the world: noticing small things, finding wonder in ordinary moments, and making room for beauty even when life felt uncertain.
My work is inspired by nature, memory, collected objects, moody colors, and the quiet magic found in everyday life. I'm drawn to rich teals, earthy olives, glowing golds, stained-glass geometry, and expressive organic shapes. Some pieces are whimsical, some reflective, and some simply exist to create a feeling—calm, wonder, warmth, nostalgia, or hope.
Alongside the paintings, I'm also creating Clucking Hill - the Forest and Other Conspiracies, a gentle story world inspired by the woods, gardens, animals, and everyday adventures surrounding our home in rural Virginia. Through paintings, letters, observations, and an upcoming book, the world of Clucking Hill continues to grow one story at a time.
More than anything, I want both my art and my classes to feel welcoming. I believe creativity is for everyone, not just people who already think of themselves as "artists." My workshops are designed to be relaxed, beginner-friendly spaces where people can gather, create, laugh, and leave with something meaningful they made with their own hands.
And yes, Clucking Hill. Why? Our chicken coop sits at the bottom of a hill that I slide or fall down at least once a year. Instead of using my sometimes colorful vocabulary, I started referring to it as "that clucking hill," and the name stuck. It feels fitting somehow: a little whimsical, a little chaotic, deeply imperfect, and full of life.
This little creative world is still growing, and I'm so glad you're here.
