Brooke Cutler Arts

Where heart meets creation.

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  • Mozart

    I’ve fallen down a rabbit hole. While doing the dishes the other day, I stumbled upon a documentary about Mozart. It was so wonderful, I’m still down the hole, digging. Digging for more knowledge. Digging for wonder. And actually…digging for… Continue reading

  • Light

    It’s not an accident that my body sings. Rings, like a tuning fork bashed, dipped into a river to ripple the fish to sleep. Light. What is it all for? A nervous system shedding its scars. A river sending them… Continue reading

  • Just As I Am

    I’d like to say I’ve landed elegantly on the other side of Kid Lit Vic, but it’s not so much like that for a fluid soul, like me. There have been tears, and there will be more. I couldn’t be… Continue reading

  • Starlings

    I needed a bird name for my story, so I googled: common birds of London during war time. Starlings was the answer. I couldn’t think of a more poetic bird name to include in a story. There is a week… Continue reading

  • Imperfect

    I’ve felt a deep need to write. And though my eyes are heavy and my shoulders are slumped… I’m here, on the couch, with you. I’ve been warring with a part of myself that is imperfect, of late. Sweet good… Continue reading

  • Love. And That Quiet Ache

    ‘You are the Sun, I am the Moon, you are the words, I am the tune: Play me.’ My heart sits in a quiet place, this morning. We celebrated my Father in law’s 80th birthday last night, and it was… Continue reading

  • Changes

    My mind has changed. I’m not quite sure how it happened. All I know is: the world I live in is different, and I both like it, and dislike it all at the same time. When I think about it,… Continue reading

  • The Business Card of Dreams

    This little sweetie will be coming with me to Kid Lit Vic, this year. A children’s book conference, where picture book writers and Illustrators gather to, not only learn a thing or two, but to pitch our hearts work to… Continue reading

  • A New Chapter and What Comes Next

    I’ve written once a day for a month. It’s been so, so lovely to have this place back in my life, again. To have you all back in my life, again. It feels different. Good different, but different all the… Continue reading

  • Kids

    I’ve had my computer snatched up by a nine year old, and I’m writing this on my phone. It’s never the same, writing from a tiny little screen, without that perfect ‘tap of keys’ feeling. The kids had their cross… Continue reading