I have been weaving a series of small (really small) tapestries. Three inches by three inches, these tapestries all have the same motif...a wave, or waves, sky, and a small round circle. These shapes, which change both in color and arrangement within the square of each tapestry, have meaning and represent the ever-changing experience of … Continue reading Waves
I have a small orchid forest here in my studio sunroom. The orchids seem quite happy atop a shelf on my desk where they can have window light diffused by blinds. I keep this section of blinds closed during the brightest part of the day so as not to scorch them, especially in summer, when … Continue reading Blooms Behind Blinds
I walk into a garden and I immediately sense a shift. Perhaps it is simply the aromas of thyme underfoot, jasmine on a trellis, roses in bloom, and rich loamy soil. Maybe it is the visual profusion of greens punctuated by blooming color. Whatever it is, I cannot help but feel a pulse of life … Continue reading A Life-Giving Force
Courtyard Garden. Ink & Watercolor. Sketchbook. When you look up synonyms for the word Devotion, you read words like affection, ardor, zeal, attachment, fondness, love and passion. There is always something or someone on the receiving end of these words. It isn't possible to just be devoted. One is devoted TO something. One has fondness … Continue reading Devotion
I wake up each day and wonder what drawing adventures I will have. Some days I have in mind what I'd like to draw, and I purpose to take my sketchbook, chair and ink outside. For this adventure I needed to go no further than our yard, having seen the rhododendron blooming behind our back … Continue reading Drawing Adventures
I have been going to sketch in a garden at least once a week for a few weeks now. What a joy and wonder it is to see the earth come alive in all its spring splendor in a garden! I'm not sure there is anything else quite so grand as to sit and soak … Continue reading Gardens, Gardens, Gardens!
The season of Lent is not traditionally thought of as a "happy" time. It is meant to be a time of contemplation, of pulling back from areas of dependency to create longing and space for reflection. I decided to pull back from so much Instagram activity but to draw every day in my sketchbook through … Continue reading Fresh Wind in the Garden
A hushed reverie fills my imagination and studio twice a day. Early morning and late afternoon are becoming favorite times to sit here in my sunroom studio and look out the picture windows at the magical light show over the neighborhood. The mornings are filled with Christmas piano playing softly on Pandora. I feed on … Continue reading Morning Magic
While The Experiment still goes on, although with slightly less robust attention, I am filling the time for creating I have each day with spinning and tapestry weaving. Even though the slightly delirious tap, tap, tapping on my shoulder of weaving yards of cloth beckons me, I am fixing the blinders on to remain with … Continue reading Against the Warp
Nearly three months ago, on the evening of the last day of a tapestry weaving workshop, I landed in the ER at Baptist Hospital and didn't come out until three weeks later. Much like Alice in the story we all know, it felt like I dropped down a rabbit hole into a strange, albeit familiar, … Continue reading Alice in Weaverland
