Measurement is everywhere. Statistics. Logarithms. Math matters. Until it doesn’t. When Rhonda came to help me sew my pieces together, she asked: “What is the

See that early spring green that is very yellow? Do you see it as green or yellow? When I take my work to the photographer,

It’s grey out. Quiet. No sun. In Seattle this would be the norm. When I lived there, I had the strangest sensation of time standing

It’s one of those days: how can I not be distracted? My friends are sending photos of their plane ride into DC – it’s packed

Looking closely again, do you see all those loose threads? They are all over the place – disorderly. I have the straight lines, the softer

Can you see the 2 straight threads holding up these pieces? I just returned from a long drive. Straight lines down a more or less

There was a period in my art exploration where I was intrigued by JUST the line: how it is the first thing that one is

Speaking of meaning, while I was sewing, I recalled a conversation from years ago: I was at the time in an intensive language training program

Sometimes I write something and then afterwards think of how the opposite is just as true. After deriding the flatness or one dimensionality of the

In terms of process, I’m still midst composing the overall piece. And, while I’m doing so, I seem to find reason to take many of