Sunday, July 12th, was a picturesque, idyllic day. It started with a promising fourth (?) date. We made breakfast in the morning, then walked around Madison's Art Fair on the Square. Then…
Painting studies, pain aux raisins, and reading under the trees and a summer breeze. On Monday, a man with a knife attacked me in my neighborhood. On Tuesday, I talked…
Yesterday evening, towards the end of my run, a homeless woman stopped me to help jumpstart her car. My jumper cables were bad, so I went and got new ones.…
Art is nothing without dialogue. At the end of the day, I am little more than the applicator of colors on paper. So it is both humbling and special to see that…
I have been back in the States now for two weeks, and my first bit of business has been preparing for a solo show at Ploch Art Gallery at Sharon Lynne Wilson…
Stray dogs overrun the cities and towns of South America. Their presence is so normal that when I asked a local about them, he answered my question with a question,…
Contemplate this for a moment: 10,000 Chilean pesos is the equivalent of $16.30 US Dollars. Over the course of my voyage in Chile, I have acquired many 5 peso coins,…
Estoy estancada. I'm stuck. I've used up most of my paper, but am dissatisfied with my drawings here in Castro, Chiloé. The setting is tranquil. I am restless. On the…
Like any common over-analyzer, I've twisted my head these last few weeks over the significance vs. coincidence of things. Looking at things from my own perspective, there has to be…
It's hard to believe I arrived in South America almost two months ago. I feel like I've lived a lifetime compressed into three weeks here in Patagonia. After being on…