I don’t know why but that cloud looks to me like it’s moving headlong into the mountain. Whump! No really, it’s a sweet fluffy cloud.

I’m starting a new piece. Large. I just let the gallery in DC know that I’d take them up on their invitation to hang another

It’s a calm day. Beautiful. Warm even, after a summer when it’s been much cooler than usual. It’s a day to go out, be on

A lot of what I’ve heard about in the last while is the oncoming hurricane. My dear friend, Kristin has been here. Her home is

Show me the way! Guide me down the path! Otis is waiting. He’s very clear that he’s ready to go and that I am to

It’s green out still. Muggy. It reminds me of Virginia, my childhood. Where it wasn’t really summer until you couldn’t move. That was summer. Humid.

BEFORE AFTER In between: Bedlam. Change is not an aspect of the matrix but the matrix itself. It is because nothing is permanent that we

On and On and ON and On the Water… How we want to spend our summers: lying down on the tippy bow of the fast-moving

I was reading this Sallie Tisdale essay about writing and teaching writing and I quote it here with the idea that the same, THE SAME

When I started this piece, my intention was to work with dark and light. I’d done the rich color: now, I thought, how about an