
I've been contemplating space in relationship to the artist. Is that what really what I've been doing all this time? Yes. Well. Yes. I suppose it has a something to do with not having a designated space to work for the past two years. I tend to float when this happens. This is a choice ...

Found and constructed objects. Charms for making, to keep the connection between hand and heart, to inspire a light touch and unburdened memory, a simultaneously focused and detached response to a wild flow of ideas and an overwhelming abundance of materials. Finishing a work of art is all about letting go.
Patin'd silver metal bezel and ...

Never say never. I proclaimed the last rose of autumn and suddenly my garden exploded with new flowers late into the season surviving two nor'easters. They did not, however, all survive the rabbits who indulged in a rose petal feast early this morning. I can't complain. The garden is beautiful even as it fades and ...

The fiery flowers of pineapple sage, young radishes in a driftwood bed, one last rose before winter, the sun shed at sunset, and an alchemical androgyne.
The Divine Hermaphrodite