learning by heart

working on many levels. in my office: sorting and recycling as I go through saved files that haven’t been opened for a while. in my studio: sorting and regrouping as I strive to make a good working space for my encaustic work. I’ve got sample boards ready to go and a pile of 8 in. […]

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Practical Magic

It seems to me I’ve become a hoarder of ideas – stacking them up in precarious piles.  They are almost pretty to look at – lots of color, texture, tone and contrast.  I have stacks of papers, notebooks, sketchbooks, photographs and file folders (real and virtual) full of ideas, notes and lessons learned in various […]

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when the path veers

So I’m all set to melt and move waxy colors, dig, smear, embed, write and all the rest. My studio is equipped and I am ready to create. Then a phone call Tuesday morning and my path shakes, veers. My father-in-law has passed away. He was ill but his passing was fast –  and it […]

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potential – or the idea of it

Lingering thoughts from a science class of long ago – potential energy. When scientists talk about energy they are talking about the ability to do work. When the work is being done it is termed kinetic energy. When the work is waiting to be done, it is termed potential energy. I have this very big […]

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on a path

I’ve changed my mind-set and I’m on a rigorous path of learning both in my creative life and in my business life. For business I am updating my knowledge in the realm of social media, WordPress and upgrading my Adobe  programs to CS5.5 to take advantage of advancements in InDesign, Photoshop and Dreamweaver. Always a […]

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lost and found

I have had ideas. Some have come to life in paintings, sculpture, stories and poems. Others have withered, turned stale on small scraps of paper in my desk drawer or languished in a multitude of partly filled notebooks. On some days, small days, I think “what’s the point?” I rant, sometimes rave, and then I […]

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from Fogust to Fogtember

The fog has climbed the hill to our house once again. It softens the texture of the landscape and makes my daily walks somehow different. It seems to hold mystery as it wraps itself around the familiar landscape, sometimes revealing it, sometimes hiding it. It’s a good metaphor for my life right now – fog […]

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of family and friends

Sometimes inspiration comes from a stone on a beach, fog breathing up the hill from a cold ocean or wind tangled in cedar branches. Sometimes inspiration comes from a determined 16 month old hand in mine or the words of an observant almost four year old super girl. Summer gives us a warm space for […]

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losing my self

Art enables us to find ourselves and lose ourselves at the same time. Thomas Merton I got lost last week in clay – or at least “re-lost”. I immersed myself in a week long course at MISSA called Handbuilding – Tricks of the Trade with instructor Vince Pitelka. For me, the course was less about […]

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