People often ask how long I’ve been working on a particular painting… It’s sort of a silly question. I remember my doctor telling me that the surgery on my carpal tunnel would only take 20 minutes or so, which made the price seem exorbitant. But she had spent 20 years perfecting her technique, which made […]
I love that quiet moment before the dawn when black and white shadows begin to transform into color. But many people think that I am seeing it from the wrong end… after working into the wee hours, or through the night. I have watched the sun rise after standing at my easel all night long […]
While I was in St. Johnsbury taking my show down last month I lost a very important posession: my journal. I was juggling a salad-to-go and another notebook and didn’t hear it hit the pavement. It’s a moleskine notebook in which I record MANY things- to do lists, affirmations, gratitudes, etc. It also serves as […]
I know it’s a silly superstition, but sometimes things seem to come in threes. Yesterday I was hiking in our Vermont forest with my son who is visiting from Hawaii. (We had three very nice hikes while he was here.) It’s just wrong to answer a phone while hiking in the woods, so I let […]
I know it’s a silly superstition, but sometimes things seem to come in threes. Yesterday I was hiking in our Vermont forest with my son who is visiting from Hawaii. (We had three very nice hikes while he was here.) It’s just wrong to answer a phone while hiking in the woods, so I let […]
Just yesterday I flew from warm sunshine on a luminous Caribbean beach to the gray winter skies of New England. . Fortunately it was not too cold so re-entry was not as harsh as it might have been. Today my forest view is muted with softly falling snow. I had group of young artists […]
I spent a Saturday at the Metropolitan Museum a few weeks ago. It was a student trip, and I hitched a ride too, along with some of my Intro to Studio students. It is always a refuge to enter those soaring galleries. Such an affirmation. Art speaks over the centuries. Art is valued and honored. […]
I spent a Saturday at the Metropolitan Museum a few weeks ago. It was a student trip, and I hitched a ride too, along with some of my Intro to Studio students. It is always a refuge to enter those soaring galleries. Such an affirmation. Art speaks over the centuries. Art is valued and honored. […]
From Buffalo to Boston; from Maryland to Maine I used to do a lot of weekend and/or outdoor art fairs, all over the eastern part of the US and beyond. I even drove my car and a trailer into a headwind from Vermont to Arizona one windy spring for a show at the Scottsdale Museum […]
In the desert the bones of the earth are laid bare, seared and illuminated by harsh sun. Where there is water this revelation is transformed in the shimmering surface. Time becomes visible in etched and shifted cracks layered with multi-colored […]