Did I ever tell you about my horse named Nydia? She was trained for competition in England before she came to us – my childhood family. She had been schooled for steeple chase but was sold because she was too…

Color is the language of light…Light is the greatest unnoticed force of transfiguration in the world: it literally alters everything it touches… ~John O’Donohue, “Beauty” If you were able to see this orange cloth where it is lying now –…

September 27th: it’s hot outside. All summer we had cool weather. Rain. And now, the crowd has gone. The lake is a mirror of calm. And it’s just me, swimming. I feel like I’m in heaven. My sister, Julie, who…

I don’t know why but that cloud looks to me like it’s moving headlong into the mountain. Whump! No really, it’s a sweet fluffy cloud. Not like some thoughts that can run around with such abandon. “Listen to me!” “Listen…

I’m starting a new piece. Large. I just let the gallery in DC know that I’d take them up on their invitation to hang another work on their 30 foot wall next spring. And I’m just hatching my idea. Every…

It’s a calm day. Beautiful. Warm even, after a summer when it’s been much cooler than usual. It’s a day to go out, be on the water, in the water, relaxing. Or to do art, uninterrupted. I think back on…

A lot of what I’ve heard about in the last while is the oncoming hurricane. My dear friend, Kristin has been here. Her home is in southwest Florida. Water. Rising water. And here I am dyeing fabric and what I…

Show me the way! Guide me down the path! Otis is waiting. He’s very clear that he’s ready to go and that I am to take him out. I lead him. I know the way. In fact, several days ago,…

It’s green out still. Muggy. It reminds me of Virginia, my childhood. Where it wasn’t really summer until you couldn’t move. That was summer. Humid. Hot. Slow. I loved it then: running barefoot til your feet were tough. And playing…

BEFORE AFTER In between: Bedlam. Change is not an aspect of the matrix but the matrix itself. It is because nothing is permanent that we are not separated from anything… ~Sallie Tisdale I LOVE that. Here we are on the brink…