The first time I put on glasses, 
I looked out the window at a tree 
each leaf, a distinct shape. 

Suddenly I could see edges.
Feel breath between things.
Tears came.



 

I bring to my work what has stayed
with me. 

   breath
   life
   edges
   spaces
   questions

You're welcome to step in to look closely.

trying it to see what happens

stretching my playfulness

More works are added over time.
This space grows as the work does.

If something in you stirred while you were here,

what did you see that I might have missed?

if she could talk...

what might she be carrying?

If something in you stirred while you were here,

what did you see that
I might have missed?

The first time I put on glasses, 
I looked out the window at a tree 
each leaf, a distinct shape. 






Suddenly I could see edges.
Feel breath between things.
Tears came.



 

what we carry

how we connect

how we change.

That continues in my work.
Breath.
Life.
Edges.

You're welcome to step in
to look closely.





Shall we see where it goes together?

a question
that persists

Or simply carry the thought with you.

Or simply carry
the thought with you.

a life made by hand

a life made by hand

Wander through my portfolio
of a selection of works.

Wander through a selection of works in my Art Placer portfolio.

grounding

my stories and
the stories and lives
that have gone before me

ideas that never let go 
ahas that catch me by surprise

questions that drive me

what else is here?

 I connect it to something larger—
self, place, history, emotion, body, landscape

rhythms in the landscape

carrying

becoming

noticing

I experiment with what might be possible.

curiosity and willingness lead 
 

playing

I begin by paying attention.

I collect moments.

   fragments
   conversations
   sensations
   rhythms 
   patterns

Things that refuse to leave me alone.

patterns that emerge

where science meets art

Come into my virtual studio to see what I'm working on now

I don't always know where the work is going.
I make something.
I listen to what comes back.

   release
   return
   generate
   begin again

And through all of that, something—and someone—is changing.

following

I started with an idea.

the material answered.
I followed.

the hands weren't the point—until they were

when ink lands on slippery paper, 
I can only control it in part. 

how my body responds