The creek that runs through the back of my property is difficult to access. I like it that way. It keeps out the unwanted guests. I usually cut through a culvert that sits between mine and my neighbor’s property that someone cut into the land years ago to redirect the water during floods. The walls…

I just finished reading Ken Smith’s “The Way of the Hermit” so of course, when he mentioned the documentary about his life in the last chapter, I had to go look for it. I found it and watched “The Hermit of Treig” last night and loved it. It was a wonderful compliment to the book.…

I have deactivated one Instagram account and deleted the the other–the public one. I only have one piece of art out of the studio in a small group exhibition right how and I will have to drive a couple of days to bring it home but then I will be done showing my work for…

Every inch of the big farmhouse kitchen table is covered in books, pencils, and papers. There is a saucer with a dusting of crumbs on it from breakfast and a chipped mug with a Chagall painting printed on it half filled with black tea. The watercolor boxes and water jar and brushes are piled and…

The dog was at my knee as I walked out through the screen door into the morning twilight. I was barely awake and moving slowly and so was he. Sleep was still sticky in my eyes and my morning dreams weren’t quite done with their work on my brain so I was fuzzy headed. The…

Black dogs are often used as metaphors for depression. I’m not sure I like that analogy because it’s not fair to dogs and it’s problematic because it associates the color black with something bad. I am, however, embarrassingly superstitious and I’m always looking for signs, so what was I to think when a black dog…

Last night I felt compelled to make a timemap of my life— paying particular attention to moments of change. I thought this exercise would motivate me, reveal a pattern or direction and propel me out of the boggy mire that is my mood these days. I marked births, adoptions, marriages, deaths, then movements, elections, wars…

I have bene thinking about starting a new Substack account but I am not really sure I have anything to offer. I’ve tried Substack before but was in a weird place and I couldn’t tend to it so I let it go. I am still trying to decide what I want to use that platform…

Over the past decade I have made a lot of art about monsters, zombies, fractured relationships, identities, systems and landscapes. I have called some of the work Counterspell work because the making of new objects from found and broken objects felt hopeful and restorative. I have called some of it elegiac or post apocalyptic because…

I love making things. I’ve been a maker my whole life. Whether sitting on the stoop of my childhood home weaving blades of grass into mats and stringing Chinaberry seeds into necklaces and writing stories in little construction paper books or making epic installations for a museum show, as an adult, the making has always…