My workspace is defined by books, ephemera, quiet and light. I don't have a computer, telephone or a fax machine there.

Michael Pollan is a champion. In all ways. A man of great integrity, humor, and common sense and kindness.

I live in a small world of gouache and brush and pen and ink. I'd like to explore the world of multiples - etching and prints.

Flowers lead to books, which lead to thinking and not thinking and then more flowers and music, music. Then many more flowers and many more books.

A visit to a museum is a search for beauty, truth, and meaning in our lives. Go to museums as often as you can.

My short attention span has allowed me a life of diversity in work and place.

Soon enough it will be me struggling (valiantly?) to walk - lugging my stuff around. How are we all so brave as to take step after step? Day after day? How are we so optimistic, so careful not to trip and yet do trip, and then get up and say O.K. Why do I feel so sorry for everyone and so proud?