“Here are some questions I am constantly noodling over: Do you splurge or do you hoard? Do you live every day as if it’s your last, or do you save your money on the chance you’ll live twenty more years? Is life too short, or is it going to be too long? Do you work […]

Studio Verite

photo: Jacques de Beaufort This post comes in squarely in the Shameless Self-Promotion catagory, so going in, believe me, I realize this. But it’s also about a phobia that previously made my eyes roll back and my brain white-out, the concept of being videotaped. For me, it’s been an almost primordial fear, something I felt […]

Monday in the Park with Mom

I live right off a main road that starts at the ocean, (if you see the ocean as the beginning of things), and reaches inland, due west all the way to the Florida Everglades. As you go west the shopping centers drift away, the named communities, the billboards. You go under the turnpike and past […]

Life on Earth, a play in one brief metaphorical act

Open on : A bucolic morning, soft and quiet, punctuated by patches of sunlight.   Solomon dozes, and Oliver ponders, and eventually they fall asleep together, on the appropriately named daybed, paws just touching. Silence extends four minutes. The audience is given time to soften. Solomon:     Whah? Oliver:         Huhn? Solomon: […]

Perfect Scale

I  keep thinking about my friend Sans‘ lovely post about her art project with her nephew, Nat, all about perfectionism and spontaneity. I’ve been mulling over the amount of control you need to assert over your process, how much you need to rein in and how much you need to let go, to have your […]


I finally found the curio cabinet I had always wanted, in a local consignment shop, not very old but not all that new either. For a while, someone else had kept their tiny things in it. Some of us, I guess, are compelled to pick up tiny things, and keep them, and save them from […]


Finally, the Old Blue Barn goes electric, thanks to Ikea and their LED bookcase lights. Move the chairs and tables, there might be dancing.  For some reason, I’ve been a compartmentalizing doll houser. My two houses are irony free, I’ve separated my art world from my hobby almost completely. They’re little fantasies of the ideal […]