My mothers only grand-daughter made a card for her when she was quite young that sums her up well, “Grandma, you are a rock.”

Today, I worked on the show I am curating, “Maps Only” 2012 in San Francisco. I began talking with 3 of the 11 artists about their Maps; what medium, how big, their idea?  I’m interested in the process and especially interested in the group process. One of the artists, an artist I know very well, [...]

I was raised to be timely. There was always enough change in the glove compartment of the car to call before I was late.  Calling was a drag, so I was mostly on time. I don’t have a car now, so I can’t be anywhere quickly, even so I am usually on time or I [...]

I’ve wanted to be a writer since I was in 7th grade, and then much later, a mosaic artist.  I went through many artful  incarnations, but always I’ve liked making or ‘riggging’ things, now they call it re-purposing . I like the physical part of my art, the labor. This nagging question of ‘is writing [...]

On a walk with my dog and it’s gone, The Purple Chair is gone!

There is so much I don’t want to write about right now, but this is still a happening story and I can see it from my front room window. On the walk my dog and I went on, that I didn’t want to go on? Some of you readers may remember this?  I saw this [...]

I haven’t written in a few days because my elderly mother called me screaming early in the morning; she had broken her ankle in 3 places and had to be transported to the hospital. I am still tired and she is still in the hospital. This story though is not about that, that story hasn’t [...]