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.



 

That continues in my work.

Breath.
Life.
Edges.

what we carry

how we connect

how we change.

What am I paying attention to?




   Where is this leading?

You're welcome to step in to look closely.












Shall we see where it goes together?

Come notice with me.

a question that persists

I'm using this ancient civilization's image to create artist trading cards

documentation and testing
help me figure things out

the randomness of ideas that become more

how can I stretch my playfulness?

still unfinished, I think now I can
return to her and resolve this piece

a Paris flea market find
I've held onto  through
three countries and
multiple moves, 
while an idea brews.

how is it that color, light and texture can so deeply touch us?

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?

always trying to master something

exaggerate beyond what I first think

what is she 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.

light coming through an encaustic painting

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.

My work begins with
paying attention.


I collect moments.

  Questions
  Colors
  Fragments
  Conversations

Things that refuse to leave me alone.