Blue

  Rambunctious kid: when I was in junior high school my horse back riding coach nicknamed me Crash because I fell off so many times. I was kind of a speed freak at that age, stupidly fearless ( not to be confused with courageous). I got banged up a lot but I had been on horses […]

Sea Legs

This is my first blog post in almost 6 months. There are reasons for my absence.  My mother was ill, and then my father died. Typing those words is excruciating. My chest hurts, my whole body hurts in some profound place  when I hit the “d” and it doesn’t stop until my vast stores of […]

sex and candy

What’s in a name? I am one of those artists that never names my work unless I have  absolutely have to. It’s not that I don’t think paintings should have names- I actually think it’s better when they do. It’s just that it’s really hard to come up with a title that is evocative of […]

Ten

I was recently featured in the Flat file Boston blog: http://www.flatfileboston.com/2013/07/weekly-file-summer-postcards_9.html?spref=fb . I have long subscribed to them, so it was really fun for me to get their email this week and see their profile of my  own work . The last few weeks have been disjointed. I’ve been away a lot and  it’s been very […]

samsara

This is the first week in many , many weeks- perhaps the second  or third this year- when I really didn’t make any art at all. It felt weird – like a week without speaking might to some people- and I was keenly aware of my hands , their quietness. My shoulder doesn’t ache for […]

24

When I was in college I remember seeing a video of Matisse painting. He would make what appeared to be a successful painting, and then scrape it out and do it again. Over and over. I recall being totally baffled by this. I saw the video again at MOMA this past year and it made […]

“I was not designed to be forced. I will breathe after my own fashion. Let us see who is the strongest.” Henry David Thoreau

My apartment smells like lillies and cinnamon. I am drinking tea looking out my window watching snow falling. Siberian day dream. What do we know, after all?  Not much. Not much at all. My work was featured in a couple of other blogs in the past week or two. They are http://www.artorbiter.com from NYC and […]