I view my artwork more like a kind of magic... my goal is to create something that makes others feel something when they look at it. I've never been properly trained, I just follow my paintbrush. I feel my best pieces are those that come from the heart and with every piece I do I put as much of myself into it as possible. When I put brush to canvas I go into a trance like state and I am guided in spirit as I paint... I charge each painting with healing energies as it comes to life. My hope is that through my artwork others may find something special that may be needed in their life .. a bit of magic healing by way of paint and canvas.

Displaying my artwork for others to see is like showing them pieces of myself.. sometimes, a very hard thing to do. It makes me very happy and proud that other people have liked what I do. Even if people stop buying my works of art, it will always be something I do..
I love it and hope that it shows each time I put my paintbrush to the canvas and each
time I create something new.

I have participated in art shows in Glendale, CA., Tell City, IN., Gallatin, TN., Hendersonville, TN. and displayed in the gallery at Uncanny Evolutions in Chattanooga, TN . Now showing at the New Earth Center in Hendersonville! Stop by and see whats for sale! I have sold a combined total of more than 700 paintings worldwide.


How did I get my name?

My name comes from the Creator by way of a Cherokee/Lakota Medicine Man. I received my Cherokee name through sacred Cherokee ceremony on an Autumn evening. A moment I shall never forget.

I'll tell you the story I was given of how the Creator gave the medicine man my name.

One Autumn evening my Medicine Man friend went into sweatlodge to ask the Creator for my name. A pack of wolves entered the lodge and lined against the wall. One wolf just would not stop talking... it went on and on about anything and everything. My friend said to the wolf "will you be quiet, I can't focus!". Frustrated, my friend says to the Creator .. I don't understand what you are telling me, I need a name for Holly. He heard a voice say, I have already given you the name. In the background that wolf was still jabbering away and my friend says "wolftalker?" and at that point a raven flew up onto his shoulder and says, "no, it's Raventalker and don't forget it!"

And so that's the story of how I came to be Raventalker.