Category Archives: my creative process
Putting seeds in the soil
A confession. I love putting my hands in dirt. No gloves. Just earth and soil in my fingers as I plant seeds. And planting barefoot makes me even happier. And I have been doing lots of planting. And not just … Continue reading
a very warm exchange
It has poured today. Buckets full of rain. Lately one day is balmy while the next day is high winds and snow. And as much as I would love to be planting pansies and let my toes be free in … Continue reading
in my studio mailbox
This is what a very good day looks like to me. Moments when I am so caught up in what I am doing paint is dripping from my hand. I like my hands covered in paint. I may grab a … Continue reading
some packaging help from Mary
I make art from reclaimed materials. Everyday. This common thread is in all of my artwork; reverse glass paintings, hand-scripted words cut out of scrap plastics, flower gardens and clocks (new!) created from salvaged signage, altered books… Colors and ideas … Continue reading
painted pages
I alter books and turn them into art journals. Sometimes I honor people who I love on the pages. Sometimes I just honor me and where I am at that very moment through words and art. Recently I shared this … Continue reading
perfect timing
I was not in my studio much this week. I spent days (yes, days) figuring out Illustrator in my home office. Long, glued to your chair, wearing pajamas kind of days. So yesterday in the late afternoon I went to … Continue reading
Christmas treasure hunt
This morning I am putting on layers and crossing the river over to Lambertville, NJ. Again. My creativity is now totally focused on giving, and I am so ready to search and find treasures that I can repurpose into … Continue reading
me and my camera
Yesterday, I took my camera and artwork and walked outside my studio. Can you see why somedays it is hard to stay in and create? I love to hold my words cut from salvaged plastics up against the backdrop of … Continue reading
knowing how to make an exit
Summer may be over but it is exiting so slowly. Routine arrived in September. Early starts and sleepy mornings. But I am still in flip flops. And as ready as I am to wear sweaters and layers, I am … Continue reading
into the woods
My first Squam. I walked into the lush woods. I followed pompoms and sun catchers and walked deeper in. And days after my return, I feel as if I am still walking slowly out of that forest. Squam is a magical … Continue reading






