Today, I was here with Fred (carpenter Fred) replacing some pulls on my kitchen drawers when they started falling apart. The fronts of the drawers

Green. Remember? Remember green? Vaguely. It’s somewhere hidden in the back of my brain. I think I can conjure it up. Well, then again…

At certain times, I want to be distracted. I welcome distraction. I look for it. This past week, I had a friend visit. Yay! Time

Snow day! Eclipse day! Let’s move some pieces of fabric around day! (exclamations day!) Randomly. I was reading an article in the New Yorker by

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.

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

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

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

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

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