Sometimes events are so simple that they become complicated. It is the second day of the New Year. After a respite from all computer work, during which I concentrated on stitching my newest art work to the exclusion of all other tasks, I sit at the computer, surrounded by countless…

The tasks in my life at this moment are multiple, disparate and immediate. “Now! Now!! Me first!!!” they all clamor. Last night I stepped over piles of designs, bills to pay, piles of beautiful dyed cloth begging to be sewn into art, scraps of art work waiting to be sandwiched…

I find myself, in this preholiday stillness, with large piles of unrelated projects. Bills to pay, digital files, website planning, new workshops planned for 2023, Christmas decorations, bread recipe, ingredients for a turmeric-based cleansing drink — -some are in my mind, some scattered around the house and studio. I think…

During Spring Break 2021, I spent several days pulling grapevines off the hill behind my dye shed. A few years ago, I got all these stones put down. In gravel parlance, it is called “rough pebble gravel”. Although I like the way it looks, it is there for function, not…

The title of this post is taken from an email from Jason Stapleton . I am part of his Nine Figure Network and he sends us Morning Emails. This one struck me at just the right time. I am in the beginning stages of several projects. This morning, I stood…

I come from a family of birders. Many of my childhood memories are centered around long periods of waiting for a certain bird to land on a tiny branch far in the sky. When I was six years old, I stood on the dock at Squam Lake in New Hampshire…

Whenever I am getting ready to travel for a workshop, it is a major event. Believe it or not, all of this goes very nicely into the back of Rosie, my red Silverado. Most of the time, when I travel and teach, it is to craft schools. Craft schools are…

One of the best things about being a textile artist is that I have control over all things textile in my life. Rags, sheets, old towels, cashmere sweaters… nbits of wool and bits of clothing. I remember the thorny art school problems we were challenged to unrvel. For example, shortly…

Language has its limitations. I have found the visual language of color and form to be useful for conveying that which words cannot. But I love the written word so much, that this thorny puzzle is a tangle worth unraveling.