(This is an overview, with at least one hole. It’s not well photographed – some are up close, some further back. And the color –

You love snow. You love winter. And then comes the day when you have shoveled this set of stairs – piled to the top –

Weather: One snow flake after another. So innocent. But then, how they add up and … need to be arranged. Some of the snow gets

Snow. Lots of snow. More snow. Wind. Ducks. And it’s just past the full moon. Valentine’s Day coming. Is this why my mind left “art

……………………(not my rescuers) This morning I got stuck. Stuck in the darn snow. At dawn – barely light out. I had backed in over this

…………………………………………….(night time) When I take this piece to DC – once it’s finished – do I want people to tell me, “It’s beautiful”? When I

I made the smallest adjustment to this area and it delighted me: I shifted the edges. Before I took the scissors to it, there was

Do I ever notice this encasement I live inside? This thing that can produce ideas and get me from one place to another. My body.

I’m dog sitting little Otis. Here he is with my pooch, Rumi. They get along very well. In fact, when I have to leave for

A close up. I now am not sure about my idea that was so thrilling yesterday. When I was “close up” to it, I was