“Did I tell you about my broken wrist?” “Did I tell you how my life changed in an instant?” “Did I tell you how much I needed suddenly?” “Did I tell you about the kindness of strangers?” “the kindness of…

just playing Years ago, I cut out and framed this artist’s quote: “the artist says what words can’t say “ only he made it into a piece of art. (ridiculous)

I have noticed the time it takes for me to create one of my silk art pieces : it’s a long process. None of which I can do now. No prepping, no dyeing, no cutting, no sewing. No right hand.…

left handed line. learning to draw a line. touch that moves. in nature: any straight straight lines? kindergarten: first lesson = stand one behind another. desks in a row letters going across the page calendars lining up the days And…

yeah really smashed my wrist need 2 plates gracious!

Einstein: There are 2 ways to live your life. One is that nothing is a miracle. The other is that everything is a miracle.

I broke my wrist. The right one. Oh dear ~

(3 root systems: deep water, air, soil…) Years ago I recall being affected by the poet, Stephen Spender, sharing his poem in which he is witnessing his dad, advanced in age, meet a woman he hadn’t seen since they were…

Blueberries. Blue berries. Translated through camera and internet, this is the blue you get. And yet, even if you were an oil painter, the blue pigment available now, the one labeled ultramarine, is not the genuine one that you might…