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

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.

Every Monday morning is new hope.

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

Everyone I know is looking for solace, hope and a tasty snack.

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.

I said, 'Well, how much space do I have?' And they said, 'Well, you know, it's the Internet.'