Active Mind, Creative Spirit
Working Artist
It’s been a while, or maybe it hasn’t. I am cranking out art this spring and summer, creating the pieces I love, and selling them at markets and events around the Seattle metro area. I am rushing through my weeks, even more frantically, it…
Culture in Art
Growing up in the Upper Midwest, my art experiences included studying Native American art and craft work of the Sioux Nation tribes. As the child of an art major, I didn’t realize or appreciate the depth of art culture that was shown to me…
Art at She Haven
Have you ever visited a place for the first time and felt immediately as though it is your home away from home? Today, for the second time I visited Sidhehaven, and that’s how it feels. An hour and a half from Seattle there is a modest…
Following Ansel’s Path
Way back in 1989, I had to declare a major in college. I toyed with an architecture major, but the prof for the prerequisite: History of Cities was horrific and scared me from that path. I considered math (very briefly) before settling on Fine…
Pigeons and Buddha
How many pigeons? How long did it take you? Did your eyes deceive you? (answer below) (Don’t count the tiny chunk of a tail on the far left) Did you count ten? There are eleven pigeons. I looked at this image (it…
Failure=Salvation
This weekend I attended a photography conference in Seattle, called Collaborators for Cause. One of the keynote speakers was Aaron Huey. He’s a cultural photographer and activist and he blew me away for several reasons. Most of it was specific to the way he connected…
What’s Your Passion
Even on my worst days, the thought that sticks with me all day is that I am following my passion. It doesn’t have to be perfect all the time, it just has to be my passion. Whether I focus on photography, writing or cultural…
Hometown History
While it also has the monikers City of Lakes and The Mini Apple, a name I never knew while I lived there was Mill City. Only once I went back to visit and became a tourist in my hometown did I realize how much…
Looking Glass
I’ve always loved words that describe themselves well. Looking Glass is a beautiful descriptor. If you think about how little we actually look anymore, it becomes even more so. I can so easily see Alice, in her prim, white dress, slowly picking up a…
Glass History
I finally chose my major in college when they told me I couldn’t take any more credits until I declared one. I didn’t want to make a bad choice, so for a long time, I didn’t make a choice. Architecture, Geology, Philosophy, Drama and…
Forty-Two
A small departure again today. A few of my girlfriends have taken it upon themselves to educate me in baseball movies (I had seen a grand total of one baseball movie, ever in my life, I was in need) and that’s what we’ve been…