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

Art can change the world… Additionally, the experience of art distracts from daily hardships and inspires people to imagine other ways of living that are

This is not working – I mean, my new idea is not working yet. But I want to share it anyway because I’m so excited

Silence when we let it exist it feeds our soul.~ Gordon Hempton In this piece of art that I am slowly creating, I use this