Bridgette Martin’s artful journey began the moment she could hold a paintbrush. She remembers swooshing watercolors on the sliding glass doors of her childhood home in the Midwest, always fascinated with the light found in nature. The oldest of four daughters, Bridgette was blessed with a free-spirited mother and photographer father, who both encouraged their daughter’s whimsy. The family spent countless hours road tripping around the country, her father pulling the car over to take photos of scenes that inspired him. Bridgette adopted her father’s habit, gathering bits of culture and color from the landscapes filling the car windows.
 

From expansive skies, to river reflections and tree silhouettes in Southeastern woods, Bridgette’s fully tuned into the simplicity of God’s magical creation. She keeps her camera ready and eyes open to everyday surprises, like shadows cast from clouds over a mountain vista or the sun rising through tree branches on a crisp morning walk. She later expressing these “whispers” as best as she knows how: with paintbrush covered in paints.