What protects you in this world from sadness and from the loss of an ability to do something? ... Work and love.

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.

I like the brooding man - a brooding man with a sense of humor.

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?

My sister is an artist and an interior designer. She went to high school for art. I went to high school for music.

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.

What protects you in this world from sadness and from the loss of an ability to do something? ... Work and love.