Tricky

Teaching an old dog new tricks is tricky. Especially when you combine two of her primary modes of creative expression into one much smaller space. By and large I am loving this relocation, but it’s taking me a little while to not feel like I have one shoe nailed to the floor while . . . → Read More: Tricky

Snippets

All’s quiet on the Western front. It’s not that there aren’t interesting things to do. It’s just a quiet season after finishing a couple of long distance conferences and enjoying a summer hiatus from the Lighthouse therapeutic art workshops. It’s been a couple of months of continually sorting through snippets of this, and . . . → Read More: Snippets

The Art of Aging

My husband could live in a closet. Me? Not so much. But I’m trying to be a supportive spouse and learn to live in less space as we grow older. Especially since I have three “offices” in our home – a computer/art supply storage work space downstairs, a fiber arts/art storage work space . . . → Read More: The Art of Aging

Life

As far as Vivian’s concerned she’s feeling like a shining star…or two…or twenty-eight. She’s weeks away from moving to transition housing and then graduating. As she says, “I feel like my life is full of light. I feel like a shinning star!” Well, indeed she is. Her prayer flag is a wonderfully composed . . . → Read More: Life

Excellent

As my two year old grandson once exclaimed to an entire restaurant as he accomplished the difficult maneuver of apple-sauced spoon from bowl to mouth without spilling, “I did it!” Yup, I did it! I’ve captured the history of my career as a banner maker in an archival book form. My children will . . . → Read More: Excellent

Fear Not

What is it about photos? Why are they so hard to get rid of? The duplicates, the out-of-focus, the poorly composed? Why do I feel mildly anxious, regretful, ambivalent about every one I relegate to the wastebasket? All this photographic angst is wrestling mano a mano with my urge to be ruthless. With . . . → Read More: Fear Not

Stuff

How often has a lousy bag of popcorn motivated you to do something worthwhile? Like never. Well, except for this once. Let’s just say my one and only once was inspired by my husband’s dry comment that perhaps the popcorn was lousy because the best-used-by date was 2009. Yikes! Time to clean out . . . → Read More: Stuff

Faces

Oy veh was the short text message I sent my art partner when she asked how the morning had gone at the Lighthouse. Struggling with a bad back, she opted out of our Friday therapeutic art workshop because of a chiropractor appointment. While sorry for her suffering I knew she’d probably be relieved . . . → Read More: Faces

Chopped

The cardboard box left on the front porch by the stealthy delivery guy was surprisingly heavy. Heavy with more fabric purged from my generous friend’s stash back in Ohio. Within a few days I was standing before of the washer sorting the box’s contents into warm lights and cool brights wondering what inspired . . . → Read More: Chopped

Simple Resolutions

I’m not one to make New Year’s resolutions. But I am inclined to personal reflection. And there’s no better way to do that then by exploring, organizing, and purging one’s sewing workroom/art studio where a wide assortment of fiber arts have been created over the last few months. The piles and boxes under . . . → Read More: Simple Resolutions