Anyone who has a cat knows how wily they can be when they want your attention. My kitty, anointed with the name Dash the day we picked him up at the ASPCA, is now known as Boo, Boodette, Booder, Goosh, Gooshnogger, Nogger and other variations thereon. He ( who I frequently forget is a he…
The other morning I listened to Peggy Lee sing Is that all there is over and over again while I drew a glazed ceramic figurine of a woman with an enigmatic mien of confidence and tranquility, set upon a torso of all hip and stance. She is my Muse of the Moment: She represents a…
Since 1996, I have worn this pink sweatshirt every summer at the beach. Twenty-five years of daily wear and weekly wash from May to September has impacted the sweatshirt. It grows a new hole each season which by the next season is not only older but bigger. So each summer, before anyone has an opportunity…
I was looking back at some of my drawings from May 10, 2020. We were still fully masked. There was no opportunity to smell the spring air. I drew imaginary dinner parties with 6 at the table. . I drew what it felt like before when I could wander the halls of the Met on…
