Washing dishes is the anecdote to confusion. I know that for a fact.

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

I still do have the little lunch bag that my mother made out of a towel and embroidered with my name on it for when I went to kindergarten.

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.

Every Monday morning is new hope.

I have many questions, but no patience to think them through.

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.