I have long known that there is a little girl inside me who loves to open up a sketchbook, pull out crayons, pens, paints, and have a go at whatever strikes her fancy. She gets huffy when there's any suggestion to stick with one way of doing things, or to make proper grown-up art, or … Continue reading The Power of Play
I sit outside, in a brief interlude of warmth and peace, gazing up at the winter trees. An idea begins to form...those lines, those lovely lines...they make shapes, hold spaces where shape resides. The idea I have doesn't take shape fully yet. I'm searching, thinking about these spaces and the shapes that inhabit them. I … Continue reading The Balloon Tree
