I go to the YMCA most days to do my version of a water aerobics class. I attach myself to whatever group is formally there for a class but invariably I end up off by myself with my water noodle. … Read the rest
Oneth By Sea, Crocuseth by Night
No, seriously.
Each year, spring. I don’t care what they say, “spring” should be capitalized. Spring, so so absolutely here.
Because these crocus blooms close-up shop at night, I decided to show them what they are missing.
I have something … Read the rest
Looking for Pastels on Track Nine-After the Museum Series
My trip to Boston to the Roni Horn exhibit continues to inform my work these past two days in no way that I can directly link back to her themes of identity.
But, something is stirring when my goal in … Read the rest