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Do more! Make more money! Find more “friends”! Feel the pressure to achieve. Feel the pressure. Or not. The alternative? I look at my pup. Living in the moment. Wagging her tail. Making up fun. Loving her food. Falling asleep…

I’m not an internet savvy person. And, for some reason, it’s not at the top of my list. I seem to be more interested in getting outside or messing with other things. Like my fabric or getting this house kind…

There are times in your life when all there seems to be is action. Action. Action. It’s needed. It has to be done. You can’t get from A to B without picking up your stuff and moving it. Physically. And…

I can recall certain moments when I was struck by space in a painting. Not in a painting that hangs in the Met, some world reknowned piece. No. A painting that was in process. In one instance there was a…

I’m out with the pup. Out in the air. Out walking on frozen water. Out moving quickly to keep warm, to keep the “fire” going inside. We’re exploring our earth. Our big earth. Earth, fire, water and air. I’ve mentioned…

I need to see. I need to really see what colors I’m using for my art. And guess what? Sunlight and shadows can totally kill my ability to see any color. Ooops – time to move where I’m doing my…

I’m the only one on this trail that is well traveled in warmer months. The colors? Black and white almost. I’ve ventured out, away from the art I just started. Just started! Yes, I opened these bags filled with small…

She came on December 26. Cecilia. New to this world. So much to understand. How to be. To be picked up. To be fed. To be touched. To let in light. To let the dark soothe. To let out sound.…

“What attracts me … is that it’s not ‘about’ something …- it just IS something.” (Laura Hoptman, Art in America, 1/2019). I’m walking back from the dog park. Only a salt marsh sits between me and this massive object that…

Isn’t it crazy that we use the words “made it” to mean, on one hand : made by hand. On the other: got to this place. Yeah.I made it to Maine. And yeah, I made it: all that stuff piled…