your path

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 thoughts can go to art: A recent textbook says: “For your writing to improve, you…

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 thoughts can go to art: A recent textbook says: “For your writing to improve, you…

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 absence of color…? I thought I’d put 1/2 light next to 1/2 dark. But the…

I’m not showing you the whole garden. I’m showing you one peach because all around it looks to me like A MESS. The plants just keep growing. And blooming. I’ve had peas since July 1 and they are STILL coming.…

aaaahh. This is the life. Quiet. Sun. A good book. And yet? This moment follows the day Ariella and I drove 11 hours back from Toronto (thanks to a 2 hour wait on the border). And, in a short while,…

All winter long I had time alone. Lots and lots of time alone. Good for art. And for dreaming about summer. Summer full of friends and family. Full of people. And yes, here I have it. I have that summer…

Those trees I saw in Maine. They aren’t like the ones here in New Hampshire near me. They are old and covered in grey crinkly lichens. And they have ancient dead limbs climbing horizontally up to the living green above.…

When I came back from DC, I was sure I was ready to move on to the next phase in this evolution of my silk creations. But no. That was before I picked up my frames from the framer and…

It’s summer. You love red. You’ve always loved red. Why not? Lots of red. Only red. Like that one kind of jellybean you wanted most. Or one time of day you like best. Or only that one pillow that you…

Can you see the small “sumac” (bush) behind Otis? Freshly planted, near the lake, it’s our memoriam to a very special pup that was ready to leave his physical body. Loving to the end. Otis? He misses his dear friend.…

In time, this peach will become ripe, I hope. Yum- yum. Do you know how good a peach right off the tree tastes? But, yes, I have to wait. It takes time. And this morning I was talking to Hunter…