Gathered
I spent the weekend in what my mom always called “putzing” mode. I didn’t do anything exciting, but I certainly did a lot of little projects. After the exhaustion of…
The fragile sorter
I am currently in the unenviable position of feeling both very fragile and having to make some big decisions. As I said a few weeks ago, I am struggling with…
A certain age
The saleslady said “Ladies of a certain age shouldn’t wear red” An odd thing to ban Why not black, or gray, or tan? It’s true that my complexion no longer…
Red moon
The red moon greets me on the horizon Pale from smoke At first there is no noise Yet the crickets coo and hum My feet scuff on the trail There…
Studio recovery
Thank you all for your kind words, calls, stop bys, and other support from my last post. I process things with this blog, and occasionally, well, it’s just not the…
The trouble with being human
I feel confident that I am not the only person struggling with existence right now. Honestly, based on headlines, I feel like anyone would be hard pressed NOT to be…
Just a prayer
My heart is too heavy and my body too sore to write a good blog post tonight. I will try to catch you up on some important artistic contemplations later…
The melted artist
Greetings from Oregon which is currently imitating Arizona, Nevada, or possibly the Sahara. Seriously. For the last week, we have been experiencing record-setting triple digit highs: 106, 104, or 108…
Eventful times
It’s been a week since the Ruth Buchanan workshop and I feel like I’m getting back to “real” life finally. Equine Art 2017 No prizes or sales this year at…