The Fluidity Series continues my quest for mindfulness, patience, healing, and balance. These 14 inch square canvases are first “drawn” on with plain water, then acrylic ink is applied with a dropper to the wet lines. What happens next varies depending on the particular pigment, tipping and rotating of the canvas, and air movement over …
My end-of-year tradition in Iowa is to attempt to embrace the winter, gather family, think about the life changes I need to make in the new year. The routines vary slightly from year to year, but the general feelings have become rather ingrained. 2025 was a different year. So challenging, I did not get Christmas …
Manning, Iowa built an art maze at the north end Trestle Park. Three photographs of mine were included, and it’s nice to see public art happening in rural Iowa. Seeing the arts does not always have to happen in the white box gallery.
Since we seem to run our furnace until almost the first day of June, seeing sunlight coming through a north window, or illuminating our neighbors’ north wall, gives me hope that warmer weather is finally on the way. I’d say it’s the little things, but warmth is a big thing.
My studio(s) will be open for visits on April 26, 2025 as part of the West Iowa Art Studio Tour. Your chance for a behind the scenes look at the work behind the work, plus a peek at the rest of the old school we live in.
Iowa+snow+wind+turbulence off our 15,000 sq.ft. roof = enjoying this view along with morning coffee today.
There is one school of thought that selling art is selling out. One makes art for art’s sake. Etcetera. There is another that paying bills is a good thing. You decide. And now I’ll tell you a story. Once upon a time, 25 years ago by now, I rented a warehouse building and had a …
Sometimes I just walk around in our home/school/studio/behemoth to reconnect. Close your eyes and you might feel the energy of 100 students walking these halls. Open your eyes and see the stained tile grout, three to four feet from the floor, where all those hands tracing along the walls left their marks over the last …
