Close the gate so the wild horses don’t come in and eat the almonds, they said. We did. Watch out for coconuts dropping from the tree, they said. We did. Had they known, I’m sure the car rental company we rented from for our drive home wo
Between here and there, in no particular order. Plus recent life summed up in a list: newly 40 and definitely wiser, but also deliciously, quietly content; jet lagged (and is there an equivalent for all the driving?); controversially obsessed with th
Life is brutal and wild and ugly and magical, and the world just gets more beautiful.
The need to make sense of any of it has long since subsided. #selkieseason #maineodyssey
Visceral dreaming ☁️
Cold plunges, quiet sunrises, oysters, lobsters, and slowly passing time. Hey, Maine.
Almost there. Tending to and mending holes in the things that have begun to unravel; an opportunity to make them stronger and even more beautiful in the process. Thanks to @stormcloudsmith and @lil_frenchfrie for the darning class last weekend, which
Made a new friend🌵
Noticing the subtleties of contentment in the woods with quiet days and various forms of self reflection.
“I have done nothing all summer but wait for myself to be myself again.” ~Georgia O’Keefe
A residency in verdancy.
This coyote. Always by my side.
I’ve been thinking a lot lately about the studios I’ve had the honor of working in and my relationship to space, both internally and externally. I’m interested in the ways space and those relationships inform and impacts my work. It
Good morning from the lean-to. Grateful to be landing into my residency here as fall settles around me. This cabin sits on 120 acres and was hand built by women in the 70’s; I couldn’t dream up a better place to be as the seasons change i
Excavations of my mind and studio reveal experiments in materiality beyond the familiar, beyond my comfort zone. What does it mean to be an artist ever, and right now in particular?
First week landing back into the studio to set up my new space. Grateful for the opportunity to be @fairviewgardens Center for Urban Agriculture, thanks entirely to @awhollister and The Squire Foundation.
Barbara Chase-Riboud’s Confessions for Myself, 1972. I first heard of, and saw, Barbara Chase-Riboud’s work in 2017 as part of the show We Wanted a Revolution: Black Radical Women, 1965–85 #wewantedarevolution at the @brooklynmuseum
** ACTION ** I have shared Amber’s work in the past because it is deeply moving and speaks directly to her lived experience as a Black woman in America. I am sharing about her and her work again today because family and friends are calling in s
What are some of the simplest things that bring you joy these days?