This is another of my embroideries from years ago. Unfinished. But somehow that suits my message today. I feel like these people are all waiting

From when I was a child, growing up riding horses, the only thing I wanted to draw was a horse. I’d work on a drawing

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