You Will Hear Music

You Will Hear Music

Who will be the future apprentices—the ones who will put in the time? Hammer the metal one thousand blows to make the perfect horseshoe? These are things I think about when I despair about smart phones and sound bytes and plastic debris filling the oceans. When my...
Painting Under the Sky

Painting Under the Sky

WHEN YOU PACK UP your tubes of paint, brushes, fold up easel, and all the rest, you find out quickly what you forgot as you set up to paint outside on a summer day. When it’s hot and sunny I often forget my hat. Sunscreen sometimes too. (Luckily I paint with a...
Life at the Crossroad

Life at the Crossroad

Back in 2010 I subtitled my new blog 129 Twig and Vine ‘At the Intersection Between Art and Life. All these years later, I am living—literally—at an intersection. We moved into the little brick house in ate April and the year of work is slowly ebbing from our...