I can recall certain moments when I was struck by space in a painting. Not in a painting that hangs in the Met, some world

I’m out with the pup. Out in the air. Out walking on frozen water. Out moving quickly to keep warm, to keep the “fire” going

I need to see. I need to really see what colors I’m using for my art. And guess what? Sunlight and shadows can totally kill

I’m the only one on this trail that is well traveled in warmer months. The colors? Black and white almost. I’ve ventured out, away from

She came on December 26. Cecilia. New to this world. So much to understand. How to be. To be picked up. To be fed. To

“What attracts me … is that it’s not ‘about’ something …- it just IS something.” (Laura Hoptman, Art in America, 1/2019). I’m walking back from

Isn’t it crazy that we use the words “made it” to mean, on one hand : made by hand. On the other: got to this

I’ve looked out my window for years now and seen lake and mountains. In a month, I’ll look out of the window of another house

my horses hiding the thunderstorm Years ago, I was having a tough time at one point. Really tough. So much so that I couldn’t make

At this time of year, I tell my daughter, you feel as if you own the lake. It feels like it’s just us, no one