A Very Merry Christmas

December 20th, 2015

Yuletide  Thumbelina

Yuletide Thumbelina


December 10th, 2015

Mama and baby caught up in the web of life

Mama and baby caught up in the web of life

I’m no sucker. I didn’t even have to buy that Japanese book about the “Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up.” All I had to do was to inhale the first few paragraphs in a bookstore and the magic had already begun. A tsunami of putting things away instead of letting them lie about took over my life. Perhaps because the author had said this would be magical it was. I began to think about the value of less everywhere else. How a good story has distinct edges. How I make pictures by cutting out what shouldn’t be there. How writing gets better when you subtract words wherever possible. “Elegance is refusal,” as Coco Chanel once said.

cross cultural cut outs

July 10th, 2015


Stitched together by groups of women in Uzbekistan, Suzanis make my heart sing.

playing with the knot

February 27th, 2015

program sketchMy daughter and her intended are soon to wed! (Their cats are Rambo and Cricket.)


November 27th, 2014

condors fly landscapeI am working on a story about birds. Or rather a story about birds is working on me. It has got me noticing how utterly obsessed the human race is with birds. And I’m thinking they don’t feel the same way about us.

Have I Thanked You Lately?

September 27th, 2014

How I See Myself

June 28th, 2014

Not for the first time I have been asked for a self portrait only to have it politely refused in favor of something more cheerfully normal. All of us are so many creatures, we wear so many hats.

selfie .

This dear blogosphere is myself in my mind’s eye.

Chicken or Egg?

June 28th, 2014

Anne's house

Anne’s house

Did you make the art specifically to go in that room? you ask. No I didn’t. But I’ve known this room for a very long time and am tickled to see they have ended up together. “We shape our buildings; thereafter they shape us,” as Winston Churchill once said.

ensor art over fireplace

Great Expectations

December 31st, 2013



I think the appeal of a resolution is that it promises to knit our lives into a story. I hunger for story as much as the next person, but I’m here to remind you we can’t decide what the story is really about before it begins. In this particular  case it begins tomorrow.

One year I let go of the burden of a resolution that would wag a finger at me all year long.  Instead of hoping to lose a few pounds or keep my closet neat, in some marvelous flash of self acceptance, I resolved to  be willing to be surprised. Was this specific enough I fretted. Yes, indeed it was.  Instead of being faced with my dreary failure to open mail more diligently or keep my desk clear  I was cheered on by the persistence of my own folly. Leaving the window open just a crack I had let in a little more wonder.

Truth in Trees

December 15th, 2013


Tree of Life/ Ensor 2013

Tree of Life/ lino cut Ensor 2013

If you don’t know the trees you may be lost in the forest, but if you don’t know the stories you may be lost in life. —Siberian Elder