I painted the original "Stormy Weather" in 1994, after pressing for answers about my uncle’s suicide. He took his life when my mother was a young woman. He was her older brother who taught her to play the guitar; he taught her the song Stormy Weather, which was popular at the time.

There's a new item in my shop today! A soft cover Alphabet Book with 32 pages of interesting images ...

Recently it occurred to me that I do have something worth sharing and the creation of my first zine came together quite easily.

But because of Covid, I wonder how many people hold on to little pieces of memory this way. Hanging on by a thread…

These little watercolor paintings are my studies for the greeting card I’m sending to family and friends as a blessing for the new year.

I was struck by how it appeared as an opposing slant forming an X across the sky.

...the idea of these upright wading fish...made me smile.

It’s been a while since any new energy has been injected into my work space. A recent FaceTime with friends reminded me of their son’s visit to my studio last summer and the zesty vibes he cooked up during some painting fun!

"We should be willing to act as a balm for all wounds"
- Etty Hillesum

We met at the end of her life’s road when she had nothing left but a little time. I would set a table of paper and paints and scooch her chair closer so she could reach to swish her brush in a tub of water, dip it into the pans of color and swipe it over absorbent, archival watercolor paper...I volunteer in a program they call Artful Expressions. My job is to help the residents use the art supplies at their disposal. Some have physical or mental limitations, and I figure out ways to allow them to create anyway. It’s the highlight of my week. I learn from each individual that I spend time with; we all benefit as we share ideas around the table...The last time we were together, she fell asleep in her chair during most of the session. Her painting style had become more minimalist, but her color of choice was always red.