May 9, 2018

Yes, worries seem to have a life of their own.  They bubble up, splitting and reproducing like cells, until I’m overflowing.  Worry morphs into anxiety.  Then, when things turn out all right, and there is no longer reason to worry, there is a brief lull until the worry...

April 13, 2018

Longing

No matter how much I have, there’s always something I don’t have. 

Rather than being grateful for the long list of things I do have, I tend to focus on what’s missing.

Clarity

I’m usually so involved in getting by that I rarely step back and examine my life with cl...

August 30, 2017

A week ago I created this collage.  It was how I felt at the time, having just celebrated a major birthday, a round number. I was still recovering from the realization that my years are numbered.  I took stock and found that so many things that used to matter no longer...

August 14, 2017

In the same way people consult Tarot Cards or the I Ching, I consult newspaper headlines. 

How?  I cut words out of headlines and keep them in a box.  Then, when something is eating away at me, I take a handful of words and spread them out on the table.  The first words...

July 31, 2017

Collage is a medium full of surprises.  My five year old grandson loves to come into my studio and make collages, imitating what I do.  I keep telling him that he is free to do whatever he wants, that there are no rules in collage.  Already, at the age of five, he keep...

July 14, 2017

What will you do if you reach the age of 100?

January 20, 2017

This morning I went through a pile of old collages and picked the ones I wasn’t happy with.  I cut each collage into four pieces, then printed with my Gelli plate on each of them, creating textures with odds and ends I gathered at construction sites. The results – lots...

December 24, 2016

From my book, Severe Silence

December 6, 2016

A poem from my book, Severe Silence

December 1, 2016

From my book, Severe Silence (https://www.createspace.com/6723881)

Some days it's just too hard.

At work I'm OK--familiar faces, things to do,

so I forget about me.

Than I get home and cook up a bland rice dish

and I can't eat it even though I'm hungry.

I cry for the loss of...

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