Miss Alluvia

The first sketch where it all began…

“Below, you’ll find the legend …

the map of treasures tucked within her wings, her belly, her nest …

each one placed with intention and love.”

This legend pulls back the curtain on the hidden pieces…

those quiet nods to music, movement, land, lineage,

and the artists who’ve kept our culture alive.

Every symbol is a blessing she carries.

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by what she quietly carries home.

Me?

I’ve carried a little of everyone

who ever helped me find my wings.

Some are gone now.

Some are still walking beside me.

Look a little closer …

and you’ll find they’ve left thier mark on me and my nest below.

The Mississippi River taught me what to do with all I’ve been given.

Each morning,

she lifts her veil of mist and whispers,

Follow me.

You see,

that river has been gathering things for a long, long time.

Earth from somewhere far away.

A little here…

a little there…

Carrying it south and laying it down.

Until, gradually our Louisiana came to be.

The old people called that gathered earth alluvium.

Folks along the bayou say

the Mississippi knew my name before I did.

I reckon she did.

They call me Miss Alluvia.

Through the bayous and the basin,

Louisiana had no shortage of teachers.

The bullfrogs taught me

never to be afraid of my own voice.

The snapping turtles taught me

patience…

and when to stand my ground.

The largemouth bass showed me

that true strength does not always announce itself.

Sometimes it moves silently beneath still water.

And when the sac au lait flashed silver-white,

they reminded me that even muddy waters can hold treasure.

I did not simply pass through their world.

It became a part of me.

The fish became my feathers.

The old maps became my roots.

And the river?

I know her song by heart.

It always leads me home.

Deeper in the bayou,

I could almost hear the dip of wooden paddles.

Acadian families traveled these waters long before me,

guiding their pirogues toward an uncertain shore.

They carried little the eye could count…

but everything the heart needs to begin again.

Faith, courage, music, and stories.

They taught me that home is not always where your story begins.

Who we become is woven from what we live along the way.

And everywhere I went,

I found another thread.

Rhythm from the fiddles.

Grace from the dancers.

Wonder from the painters.

Joy from festivals spilling into the streets,

where strangers become neighbors

and neighbors become family.

Shelter from the oaks.

Endurance from the cypress.

And a community that knows a gift is worth more

when it’s shared.

Louisiana calls me her state bird.

But the feeling has always been mutual.

I carry Louisiana as surely as she carries me.

As I began making a place for those who would come after me,

one thing became clear.

They would need more than reeds and branches.

So I wove in what had been given to me.

Music among the twigs, so they would recognize joy.

Art between the branches,

so they might imagine what could be..

Stories beside the maps,

so they would know where they come from…

and dream of where they might go.

One experience supports another.

One story makes room for the next.

What was once scattered becomes shelter.

And there, at the heart of it all…

three eggs.

The quiet reason for all this gathering.

Raw.

Untouched.

Their stories still unwritten.

I could pass along all I’d been given.

But who they become?

That story is theirs.

Now, I may be the one with feathers…

but I’m not the only one building a nest.

Every one of us has something worth passing on.

A song.

A story.

A little courage somebody once lent us.

And sometimes,

all it takes is someone willing to make room.

Room to try.

To find their own voice.

To discover a gift they didn’t know they had.

Our Creator planted those gifts to grow beyond us.

So, like the Mississippi,

we lay down what we’ve been given.

Making fertile ground for somebody else.

A place safe enough to begin.

Rooted enough to leave.

And loving enough to return to.

That’s what I’ve been quietly carrying home.

A little of everyone

who ever helped me find my wings.

One day, these little wings will rise.

And when they do,

I hope they carry more than a little of us.

I hope they carry the knowing…

that somewhere,

someone is waiting

for what only they can give.

Miss Alluvia
36 × 48 inches
Mixed media on raw linen

Miss Alluvia will spread her wings

at the Acadiana Center for the Arts’ Pelican Ball

on Friday, November 6

an evening celebrating the arts and the people who help them flourish.

I’d love for you to meet her there.

Pelican Ball details & tickets →

The Legend of Miss Alluvia
Her full story linked here.

“As each has received a gift, use it to serve one another, as good stewards of God’s varied grace.”

I Peter 4:10

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Memère’ Luziane

is layered with the treasures of Acadiana.

What you see now began with a sketch on a napkin …

one quiet moment where imagination tapped me on the shoulder and said,

“Pay attention.”

The kind of sketch that arrives like a nudge from somewhere bigger than you.

From that tiny beginning,

Memère’ Luziane started taking shape …

not all at once,

but in whispers and revelations.

Each mark,

each hidden symbol

felt less like something I was adding

and more like something she was revealing.

Before long, she was no longer just a painting…

she was a keeper of stories,

a reflection of home,

and a tribute to the creative roots

that run deep through Acadiana.

“Below, you’ll find the legend …

the map of treasures tucked within her wings, her belly, her gaze …

each one placed with intention and love.”

This legend pulls back the curtain on the hidden pieces…

those quiet nods to music, movement, land, lineage,

and the artists who’ve kept our culture alive for 50 years.

Every symbol is a blessing she carries.

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I’ve come to believe that beauty lives in the layers…

the kind that invite you to lean closer,

to wonder,

to remember.

That’s how I created Cady Ana.

She isn’t just a pelican…

she’s a love letter to our Acadiana.

From the glimmer of zydeco in her eyes

to the steeples of St. John’s Cathedral in her hair,

Cady Ana celebrates a region where faith, food, family, and folklore

are woven into everyday beauty.

Her feet map the distance between Louisiana and Nova Scotia.

Her beak is filled with Gulf Coast treasures…

crabs, shrimp, crawfish, and a pinch of spice.

You’ll also find magnolias, music, alligators, recipes, roots.

Some hidden.

Some obvious.

All of it intentional.

A visual key is included to help you spot

what’s tucked within her plumes,

but part of the joy is letting her unfold slowly.

She’s not just art.
She’s a memory map of home.

I will praise You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
Marvelous are Your works,
And that my soul knows very well. –

Psalms 139:14

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soft olive, deep moss, tender jade…
as if creation were catching its breath.

Gradually…

the outline of something familiar appears.
There…

two gentle ears, hidden in the fold of fronds and earth.

A donkey…

Not grand or noble by the world’s measure,
but steady.

Steady enough to carry a King.

And isn’t that how He always comes?
Not in fanfare or flashing light,
but in humility,
on borrowed feet,
through the back gate of our hearts.

If you look a little higher,
a palm tree leans into view…

its fronds lifted like worship.

In ancient times,

the palm leaf was a symbol

of victory, peace, and eternal life.
People waved them not just in celebration,
but in recognition of something holy.

And that brown crown peeking through the upper edge of the painting…
not a golden one.
No jewels.
Just a quiet reminder:
This is the King of a different kind of kingdom.

Look closer still.
That white robe isn’t painted smooth…
it’s layered with torn, textured paper.
Woven together like linen and Spirit.
Because nothing about His story was polished.
It was handmade.

Honest.

Holy.

Palm Sunday marks the beginning

of the most unexpected procession in history.
Not into a palace,

but into surrender.
Not toward power,

but toward sacrifice.

And yet…

through it all…

He was inviting us to new life.

That’s what I felt while painting this piece.
Not planning it…

but discovering it.
Letting each shade and texture reveal

what had already been whispered into being.

And now, I wonder…

what do you see?

Maybe it’s not just a painting.
Maybe it’s a doorway.
A memory stirring.
A moment resurfacing from somewhere eternal.

A King is coming.
Still riding low.
Still cloaked in mercy.
Still offering peace where the world offers noise.

A quiet summons

cloaked in verdant hues—

alive and present.

It breathes softly,

inviting reflection and peace.

“They took palm branches and went out to meet him, shouting, ‘Hosanna!’ ‘Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord!’ ‘Blessed is the king of Israel!’” 

John 12:13

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The stillness of Louisiana’s marshland meets the soft, open sky,

and time seems to pause.

It’s here,

amidst this tranquil beauty,

that a pair of mallards takes flight…

graceful, timeless, and filled with stories

waiting to be uncovered.

Mallards on the Mermantau

is more than a painting;

it’s an invitation to step into

this serene Southern scene.

Through layers of collage, ink, acrylics, oils, and pastels,

I sought to bring the heart of the Mermantau to life…

not just as a landscape,

but as a soulful experience.

If you look closely,

you’ll find hidden treasures within the piece.

The drake,

following just behind her,

carries the bayou’s stories with him.

His wings shimmer with dragonfly patterns,

and deep in his thoughts,

a bullfrog leisurely backstrokes…

a playful nod to the whimsical side of nature.

In his belly,

a speckled trout,

a sportsman’s dream,

reminds us of the richness of the waters below.

Ahead,

the hen leads with quiet elegance.

Her wings hold subtle layers of meaning…

blossoms blooming in her heart,

the spirit of A Little Princess tucked beneath her flight,

and the flutter of butterflies

that seem to lift her above

the worries of this world.

Together,

they glide through a creamy sky

dotted with daisies,

as if nature itself couldn’t resist

adding a bit of charm to their journey.

Every detail in this painting

is a story waiting to unfold…

a reflection of the South’s quiet beauty,

its resilience,

and its joy.

May it invite you to linger,

to look again,

and to discover something new each time.

As I worked on “Mallards on the Mermantau”,

I thought about the quiet magic of the South…

the way the marsh hushes the world,

the way flight feels like freedom,

the way certain moments make us pause,

just to take it all in.

I pray this piece holds those moments

and carries the sweetness of memories

made in the South,

the whisper of hidden treasures,

and the beauty of simply being.

For those who see the hidden stories

in the world around them,

this piece is a nod to your heart’s desire

to connect deeply,

to slow down,

and to appreciate the beauty

in life’s quiet moments.

Now it waits, ready to be discovered by the one who it belongs to. 

Take a closer look here.

SHOP MALLARDS ON THE MERMANTAU

“Mallards on the Mermantau”

” But ask the animals, and they will teach you,
or the birds in the sky, and they will tell you…
In his hand is the life of every creature
and the breath of all mankind”
– Job 12:7-9

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Instead, they are stitched into the quiet places…

woven from the earth itself,

rich with the textures of life.

They are found in the threads

that hold things together,

in the simple beauty

of what has been gathered,

shaped, and redeemed.

I created her to be seen

as an angel of presence,

not pretense.

Formed from layers of handmade papers,

threads, droplets of ink, and golden paints,

she carries the marks of a life fully lived…

imperfect, textured, deeply real.

There is no extravagance here,

only the quiet richness of what endures.

Her golden halo tilts…

a quiet nod in knowing

the deeper truths of this earthly life.

Her wings…

full and majestic, feel ancient…

like they hold the prayers of generations past,

whispered on the wind, carried in the light.

Her heart…

a touch of turquoise…

a color of protection, healing, and truth.

Like rivers carving through desert stone,

like sky meeting earth,

turquoise emanates the bridge

between heaven and humanity.

It is her essence,

her song.

She is both guardian and guide,

whispering…

“Be still.

Stand firm.

You are held in something

greater than yourself.”

A Prayer for Earth Angels

Lord, let this angel be a reminder
that we are never alone,
never forgotten,
never without the touch of heaven.

May we see the beauty in what has been woven together—
in the broken made whole,
in the scattered made sacred,
in the ordinary made divine.

Like the tilt of her halo,
let us wear our journeys with grace.
Like the turquoise at her heart,
let us be a refuge for others.
Like the gold that surrounds her,
let us shine with the light of Your love.

And when we forget,
send us reminders—
in the wind, in the earth, in the quiet presence of an angel near.

In Jesus’ name,
Amen.

I will praise You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
Marvelous are Your works,
And that my soul knows very well. –

Psalms 139:14

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somewhere you didn’t plan to go.

That’s exactly what happened with this piece…

a 12 x 16″ mixed-media portrait of Chief Red Cloud.

I’ve painted him several time before…

but this time, the colors felt different…

Softer….A little more whimsical.

I found myself reaching for hues I don’t usually associate with in the Natives’ Collection…

pinks, light blues, and iridescent pearls.

And then there was the lavender haze.

It happened almost instinctively…

a brushstroke across the lower half of his face

that suddenly resembled a 5 o’clock shadow.

Stepping back, squinting at the painting…

“Well, that’s new,” I thought, tilting my head.

Did Native Americans have facial hair?

I’d always pictured their faces smooth and serene,

like the photographs and sculptures that echo their legacy.

But now, here was Red Cloud,

sporting a hint of stubble…

and my curiosity was officially piqued.

It turns out, facial hair among Native Americans was rare,

and when it appeared, they often plucked or scraped it away.

The smoothness was a part of their cultural identity,

a deliberate choice.

But here, with this lavender-tinted shadow,

Red Cloud felt different.

Playful, maybe.

Or perhaps just a reminder that art

doesn’t always follow the rules.

When painting the Natives,

I’m so inspired by their creativity …

the way their art isn’t confined to canvas or walls

but woven into their lives.

Even their clothes were walking masterpieces…

adorned with beadwork and textures that told stories.

Their tools and pottery were works of ingenuity…

blending function with beauty.

Every creation seemed to honor the world around them…

a world they treated with reverence,

as a sacred gift from God.

I like to think that Chief Red Cloud walked deeply 

with that kind of connection…

the way a simple brushstroke can spark questions…

with curiosity…

and a deeper understanding of the beauty around us.

As his eyes closed in the painting…

his expression seemed to whisper wisdom:

find strength in stillness…

honor the journey…

and embrace life’s unexpected moments…

even the lavender ones.

So here he is,

Red Cloud with a Shadow.

A playful twist on a revered figure,

wrapped in whimsy and wonder.

Does it make you giggle, or does it make you think?

Perhaps a little of both.

A Prayer inspired by Red Cloud with a Shadow

Lord, may this piece remind us to embrace both our strength and our humanity,

to find joy in the imperfections

and humor in the unexpected.

As Chief Red Cloud once led with wisdom and grace,

may we walk our paths with courage,

guided by Your light.

Let us find peace in stillness,
hope in Your promises,
and a deep sense of purpose in every moment.

May all who encounter this artwork
feel inspired to pause, reflect, and remember
that we are deeply seen and lovingly held
by Your mighty hand.

In Jesus’ name,
Amen.

Available 2/6/25

“The Lord will fight for you; you need only to be still.”

Exodus 14:14

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Cady Ana,

the belle of the ball…
dressed in layers of quiet beauty and mystery,
waiting to capture the heart of someone
who truly understands the magic I hold inside.
I may look like just another pelican
flying across Louisiana’s skies,
but take a closer look…
and you’ll find that I am much more than I seem.

My feathers?
They’re not just feathers…
they are the heartbeats of Acadiana…
each one holding memories
of the bayou, the people, the food, and the music
that make this place so special.

You see, I wasn’t always this majestic.
I was created with love,
crafted by the hand of my whimsical maker…

Kim Bullen.

Every part of me tells a story…

my hair is made of Southern magnolias, ACA ticket stubs,

and the steeples of St. John’s Cathedral.

My crown, a reminder of the beauty and history of this land.

My eyes?

Oh, they shimmer with the spirit of zydeco,

a rhythm that pulses through the heart

of every person in this community.

And my beak…

filled with treasures from the Gulf…

crabs, shrimp, crawdads

and the delicious flavors

of our favorite dishes…

all tucked neatly inside

like secrets waiting to be discovered.

My feet…

they’re not just feet.

They’re maps…

maps of Louisiana and Nova Scotia…

reminding me of where I’m from

and where I’m headed.

And, if you look closely enough…

you’ll see alligators lounging on my toes,

taking in the beauty of the world around them.

With every glance,

I give you something new,

something hidden deep within my plumes,

a treasure for you to find.

As I prepare for this fairytale ball,

I can’t help but feel the excitement in the air.

The festival crowds are dancing along the blue bayou…

and the Virgin Mary watches over us all

from its shimmering waters.

I am surrounded by everything

that makes Acadiana feel like home…

the fiddles, the food, the music, and the people.

I feel so alive…

so ready to share all of this with someone

who truly understands me.

I’m searching for my Prince Charming

and/or Lady Enchanting…

the one who will appreciate the magic

in my wings and the love in my heart.

I long for a new nest,

a place where I can rest

and continue to inspire all who see me,

just as the colors and textures of Acadiana

have inspired me.

I’ve spent so much time flying,

so many years discovering the hidden treasures within my feathers,

and now, I’m ready to find a place to call home…

someone who will cherish me for all I am.

So, here I stand,

the bell of the ball…

waiting for the one who will see the beauty in me…

the one who will understand

that I am not just a pelican,

but a story…

a memory…

and a piece of Acadiana’s soul.

Hope to see you at the ball.

Pelican Ball Tickets Here! 

I will praise You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
Marvelous are Your works,
And that my soul knows very well. –

Psalms 139:14

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that unlatched the door 

into a whole new world. 

Seventeen years ago,

I came across a photo of a woman taken by Carol Beckwith.

She is from an African tribe –

The Wodaabe of Niger

and is captured walking across the hot desert

while carrying her precious child.

Many who would attempt to walk in her shoes

would become destitute and hopeless.

I was captivated by her intense focus

which led me down a rabbit hole in creating

my very first mixed media piece…

leftover cans of house paint were unsealed…

peacock feathers from vases quickly plucked…

and a huge tug on my heart

was waiting to be unleashed… 

All coming together

with a bit of glue to create this vision.

She became my wave breaker 

who helped me realize…

who I am created

to be

as an artist…

Mixing

medias with visions

and bringing them together  

in one place

for all to experience

what was once unseen.

Each piece of artwork has become time spent

in His presence …
a safe place and true escape

from the messiness of this world .

I am so thankful for the visions

that breathe life into everyday moments.

Taking moments that seem

hopeless and dark

and painting a picture

of hope and light.

Hope you enjoy the words

as well as the vision called…

FAITHWALKER

…

For we walk by faith,

not by sight.

– 2 Corinthians 5:7

WHO IS SHE?

She is His.

Her children are His

and their children are His.

She has an impenetrable focus

on the One she adores.

She trust in Him so.

that she “balances” her life around Him.

She knows that He will take her

and her child to the other side… 

One step 

at at time. 

She does not ponder her surroundings 

but pushes through

from Glory to Glory. 

He has provided her

with ALL she needs

and will not stop. 

She wears a bowl

on her head

to receive His continual blessings

which will be passed on to others

who come to receive.

Her deadly desert

has been turned

into her sea of Life,

Her Oasis.

Her naked trees

have veen filled with His Glory

and cover her

in the heat of the day. 

She endures. 

She prays. 

She loves. 

She is His!

The African woman and the photographer are inspirations to me.

Just had to put it into the world in which I see her in and strive to be in myself.

Prayer:

May we keep our eyes on the One

who will keep us from sinking in the seen world

and May our faith grow to know His promises

will raise us above our circumstances.

Praying for all the lost to return home

to the love of our Almighty Father.

In Jesus name,

Amen

–

Kim Bullen:  author & artist

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