Matthew Whitney (he/his/him) is a Seattle-based multidisciplinary artist, educator, and pedestrian. He works between drawing, painting, photography, collage, video, performance, and group facilitation, with a focus on the metaphorical and spiritual power generated through the everyday rhythms of walking, making things, and stillness. He has a BA in Art from Whitworth University and an MFA in Visual Art from Vermont College of Fine Arts. He currently serves as Creative Director at Spiritual Directors International, and has received an 18 month certification in spiritual guidance from Spiritual Guidance Training Institute, and a Mentor Training Certificate in Interspiritual Meditation from Spiritual Paths Institute.
Offerings
1/1 Spiritual Guidance
Coaching and companionship for people seeking deeper meaning, creative renewal, or a fuller sense of their own interior life.
Art Retreats and Teaching
Workshops and retreat experiences, for artists at any stage who want to go deeper into their practice.
Original work for sale
Paintings, drawings, and works on paper available for you!
Recent Work and Reflections
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Lines – on desolation and the Dark Night of the Soul – October, 2026
—line 01— I have been calling these little paintings “inner landscapes” but what came to me today is that they are “mountains of a desolation.” These paintings – they are a thing to make, when I don’t know what to make. I’ve been making these because I like making them. I like how they look.…
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Paintings, September 2026
Now that the roof is done, the house projects are winding down for the summer, I am finding more time in the studio – which has been cleared of all the roofing tools and now has enough space to make some art. Because I am a sadist and enjoy getting frustrated with medium, I brought…
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Finding stillness on light rail to the Sounders game
I almost didn’t go. I awoke Saturday to a gentle rain (which we haven’t had in Seattle in awhile) and a flooded studio floor. I thought I had dealt with the water that sometimes comes down the back alley to the door. Apparently not! So I spent the morning mopping up and wringing beach towels.…