Thoughts & Meditations

These Tides

During this time of extreme duality — tremendous compassion and overwhelming fear, surrender to nature and tight regulation, the retreat inward and the escape into cyber space — I continue to find myself at my loom. On those days when each fleck of dull ...

Growth against the odds

The wildflowers are just popping up in this high mountain dessert, on a small hillside in the center of town, not yet touched by a bulldozer. Tiny reminders of growth against the odds. Between the moments of this pandemic’s expanded space, we can choose ...

1959 Cadillac Eldorado: an artist’s manifesto

I was driven to this place in a spicy red hot  convertible, with Fear at the wheel. I am ultimately an art-maker because of Fear. And Fear is my home-girl. I was born to compulsively creative parents. My mother danced by the tides of the moon, and ...

An Anniversary

Mama kept her bedroom curtains open so that in the morning she would be woken by the sun. She would point the foot of her bed toward the east-facing widow when possible. She would drink her tea in the warmth of the sun rays, and plan her work schedule ...