
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 ...

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 ...

This is another experiment with working dry. I "painted" the surface with composted endpapers by ripping it strategically and hand-stitching it to linen. Then I drew on the paper (ink, pastel, crayon, pencil) and embellished it with embroidery.