
color plus light: potential
I unashamedly love vibrant color. As you can see in the bottom photo, I would go for the most saturated color I could get. This piece is the beginning of an animal alphabet that goes through the letters as it…

I unashamedly love vibrant color. As you can see in the bottom photo, I would go for the most saturated color I could get. This piece is the beginning of an animal alphabet that goes through the letters as it…

Okay, so the many many dyes could use some organizing. But YAY! Day 3 is color! As you can see, I use Tinfix dyes that are French, made my Sennelier in Paris. Of course, there are the stories about how…

Here you see my fat soybeans. They are bulbous after a night of soaking. After blending them and squeezing them to produce the soy milk, I then use my deer hair brush to apply the soymilk. The reason for that…

Here you can see my soybeans sitting in a bowl with water, ready to soak overnight. Next to them are 2 of my deer hair brushes (hand made in Japan). They will be used after I blend the soaked soybeans,…

Can you see that drip on the window? Rain drops. Some southern temperature is reaching up north here to New Hampshire. As a child, I grew up in Virginia. I loved the South. Every summer, my mother (from Boston) would…

I wake up in the morning and look out at the skim of light in the distance – I feel supported by the darkness, the solid bed on the solid earth, and recognize that anchor line of the horizon. I…

What’s sensuality without a warm heart? May your 2017 be filled with all your heart’s desires: peace, fullfilment, love, wildly fun times, unexpected joy, total irreverence, and … oh, did I mention chocolate?

Look at this snow. Look how it drapes and smooths and sculpts the shapes that can carry it’s load. It’s deliciously sensual. It’s deliciously inspirational. And the timing? Right when it’s the moment to consider the resolution for 2017. I…

morning lake lake at noon late afternoon lake What color is white anyway? Quintessentially white snow teases me endlessly. The forecast is for loads of this white stuff. I kind of live “up there”. Not “up there” for local New…

What is quiet without a little hustle/bustle/noise and ridiculousness as interruption? What is all that whiteness outside without the black pup, white-ish pup and smiling Hunter? Not to mention that art – being knocked about midst it all. Yay for…