About Journey on Canvas

“I am no longer afraid of becoming lost, because the journey back always reveals something new, and that is ultimately good for the artist.” ― Billy Joel

Learn About Hope on Alisa's Journey

Join Alisa on a Studio Journey

A series of 10 short videos that will help you get started on your journey as an artist. Start by organizing your space in a way that inspires you and gets you creating!

Contact Alisa

Contact Alisa With Questions, Comments and Suggestions at  alisa@clarkistan.com

About Alisa

This is a colorful painting of a potted plant on a stand in front of a window sill.

Alisa received her B.F.A. from Pratt Institute and has an M.S. in education. She has worked as both a professional artist and educator. Dancing in the Doghouse reflects the richness of Alisa’s experience as a creator and teacher. Through words and images, Alisa points to our creator. Her background brings insight and a unique expression for a daily human experience: the presence of God.

Alisa is also the publisher of:

Mindfulness Paintings

Art and Liminal Space

These books share about Alisa’s more recent spiritual journey and encourage others to continue in spiritual story sharing.

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Alisa's Spiritual Autobiography

Reflection Work

Reflections, Age 44

My “Reflections” creation is a painting made of different squares: each square is like one of the patches from my Joseph Coat. I make decisions about how to fill each square. I select colors, textures, objects and torn papers to make each patch of my painting tell some truth about my story. I want my painting to come together like my Joseph Coat: with all the parts working together in ways that make sense. I want my painting to help tell my story.

Failed Work

Hawaiian Flowers,
Age 47

When my dad died, I received these flowers. They were shipped from Hawaii and were flowers I had no idea even existed. They were so beautiful that they looked fake. I tried to capture the beauty. I failed. Oh, well. When something beautiful dies, you can’t get it back. It’s much like with my dad being gone. He was here and he was wonderful. I can make some attempts to get pieces of him back but, like my painting, it will all pale in comparison.

Changing Work

Change the World,
Age 42

Our silent thoughts, prayers and petitions can be heard. God knows the passion inside our hearts. This doesn’t make any sense in the natural world, but I believe God can hear our hearts. I even think the sound of our hearts is a song in God’s ears. I wonder what would happen if we made that song really loud. We could join hands and pray with a whole bunch of people at the same time, and God just might hear our concert of prayer. Barriers between people could be broken down if they let themselves be united by the simple act of prayer. Race, religion and social status could melt away with the knowledge that we have a song to sing together. With what divides us gone, the song of our prayer might rattle the Heavens and we could “Change the World.