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the crossroads of art and lifeJoy on the Loose in London
Recently I found myself in London with the amateur absurdist, Sara Pinto. How I know Sara is a long and separate story. For this story, all you need to know is that we are old, old friends. That creative sparks fly when we are together. That Sara now lives in Glasgow...
Paris Puces
Summer ended in a flurry of planning and packing for a sojourn to Paris and London in September. I returned to autumn weather, and writing has taken a backseat to the last frenzy of outdoor work and living. But now, with photos sorted—at last—I'm remembering Paris...
Foggy Mornings, Paris Awaits
August left and so did the feeling of summer. Greg Brown sings, "One day fall appears with a chilly dawn," and we know how that feels. I like the shift, to be honest. And each year when this shift happens I try to get some garden time in while I pack my bags to head...
Return of the Mod Peacock
Happy summer evening to you all. The Mod Peacock art I designed for Wild Apple has just appeared on this indoor/outdoor rug by JellyBeans, a division of Home Fires. It is cheering up the porch—desperately in need of paint. I am loath to wipe my feet on this beauty...
Salad Days
Between thunderstorms we're celebrating the salad days of summer. The thunderstorms have been a daily occurrence. No swimming in the river to beat the heat. {But Paul's watermelon cocktail on July Fourth was a good idea.} And...
In the Studio—Aprons, Towels, and the Quest for the Perfect Bag
Friday is here at last. Sun after lots of cool rainy weather. A trip to Montreal—tonight! Here is a sampling of things made in the studio this spring. Denise and I hand-printed a big batch of flour sack towels back in March. Most are gone, but I still love the look...
The Stars, the Moon
“You do not have to sit outside in the dark. If, however, you want to look at the stars, you will find that darkness is necessary. But the stars neither require nor demand it.” —Annie Dillard I like to sit in the dark when I can. Let my eyes adjust and see what...
Irish Seaglass
Coming home from Ireland my suitcase was weighed down with bags of rocks and glass. Not Waterford crystal—mind you—but far more precious glass to me: the seaglass we picked up on numerous walks along a little pebble beach called Garretstown, a few miles from our...
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- Experiment with Watercolor - 3 part class in January 2025, Pomfret, VT
- Abstracted Landscape with Acrylics - 1 day workshop, February 2, Pomfret, VT
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