Author Archives: Christi

About Christi

I am a single mother with two young daughters who are the world to me. I am a philosophy professor, especially fond of Kierkegaard and Augustine. Presently, I teach as an adjunct at a plethora of colleges in the Houston area, trying to make ends meet. Creating art brings me immense joy, but only recently have I begun to venture into the arena of making my creations a consumer commodity. I'd rather my work be created as a good in itself, and given to those I love. But necessity breeds invention, they say, and human beings have to eat.

Butterflies

At the butterfly exhibit at the Museum of Natural Science: Holly: Annalise, do you like butterflies? [excited] Annalise (3yrs): [looks around quizzically at the hundreds of beautiful butterflies twittering about; then she forms a slightly unimpressed frown, and answers, thoughtful … Continue reading

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A Little About Claire

Written August 27, 2011 Five years ago today at 6:30am, my whole world was changed, when my first child, my baby girl Claire Elizabeth Hemati, was born. I consider it an honor to be her mother and help her to … Continue reading

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Praying

June 18, 2010   Me: Claire, what are you doing? [she’d been downstairs alone and quiet for a while. That usually means mischief] Claire: I was praying. Me: [pleasantly surprised] Praying about what? [this was probably the first time I’d … Continue reading

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I Know the Rapture Music Brings

8×10″ marker on paper May 19, 2013 Buy prints Inspired by the following passage from George MacDonald’s poem “I Know What Beauty Is”: “I know the rapture music brings, The power that dwells in ordered tones, A living voice that … Continue reading

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A Calm, Like the Kiss of a Mother

11×14″ acrylic on canvas panel June 17, 2013 Buy original Buy print Inspired by the following passage from George MacDonald’s Phantastes: “A blessing, like the kiss of a mother, seemed to alight on my soul; a calm, deeper than that … Continue reading

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