Studio Archaeology

I’ve been cleaning out my studio, (again), not really the studio itself but the things I brought over here after I sold my place, things that started to feel like an enormous weight. Mainly paperwork, documents and traces of ownership, the stuff we call a paper trail, leading us back to who we were. The […]


I was finishing two projects last week, one my own work, a sewn fiber piece that fits under a glass dome, and my Dad’s paintings-turned-note cards, that I print for the Morikami Japanese Garden’s gift shop. The first year he moved here he painted every week there, and he loved it deeply. He never intended […]