revealing the open pages of my wallet

It’s all in a book, a little bigger than my palm.   When I shared The Book with an acquaintance, her voice fell silent as she slowly turned and considered the pages.     “I feel,” she said in a near whisper, carefully turning each page . . .  ...

how vermont trees lead back to new mexico sky

When I set out last year to walk across Vermont, one of my plans was to create a body of paintings based on my hike. They would be in the style of my “textual landscapes’ where I combine language (text) with semi-abstract landscape elements. The text might come from...

finding grounding in the new year

  I never would have thought I’d find grounding in the sky; in flight. This new year loomed for me with a feeling of. . . . . . lack of focus? Imbalance? My birthday is lost in the week between Christmas and New Year’s—a weird time when I always feel kind...