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  • The Good Luck

    Focus on the good luck The rocket lands in the ocean By sheer luck nothing catches on fire this weekend, We are healthy- alive- under quiet dry skies, Birds chirp,… Read more

  • Process, mania, sore hands and bitten cuticles

    I realized today my soft sculptures need to be quilted, at least the purple one, which is Jacks. I wish I never noticed it, but now that I have the… Read more

  • Process: Confiscation Project. Being Human Residency

    A Butterfly Turns into a Creepy Child Butterfly bear. Thats what happened as I worked on my Week Two Project in my Being Human Residency. The assignment was to pick… Read more

  • Confiscation

    Yesterday, in our “Being Human” residency we delved into the subject of “Confiscation”. I brought my butterfly yard decoration that I was afraid would poke out Jack and Fiona’s eyes… Read more

  • I am just a blip, there is no reason for me not to make art.

    Today is a funny day- the weather is strange, I can’t tell if the sky is filled with clouds or smoke, there’s another looming Hurricane that will make landfall on… Read more

  • Confiscation of Time

    Outside, what a good idea. Going outside to sit and play, let the day pass by, watch the sun set behind the trees, slowly fall below the hill. Sit under… Read more

  • Frivolous Anxiety

    Pen to paper, word to a page, no time left to do what I need to do. I need to do something creative today. I need to work in my… Read more

  • The Intersection of Discomfort and Bliss

    The little cracks that open into hurricanes, inequality, smokey skies, and loss. The children continue to grow. Part of their being swells space between the walls of my home, their… Read more

  • Fire Storm and SAKE

    What I did today- I went to the City of San Rafael to look at the property lines of the home owner’s association common areas. I did this because a… Read more

  • Corrosion

    Corrosion of chalk, ink on paper, words on paper, chapters, parenthood. Everything gets corroded. You learn everything dies. You learn the air will be filled with smoke from wildfires for… Read more

  • Sadness

    I am so sad. My neighbors homes, a special place I go for solitude, a place i fantasize about disappearing in among the tall trees burns. When humans die we… Read more

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