The painting I named after Carly Simon’s song – Touched by the Sun These past few weeks, I’ve been asked to take a closer – and more gutsy – look at my work and the impact that it has. The effect is that I’m suffering a big attack of “just who... 
A Google images search for my work reveals these images … I sure do love color! I’ve had another morning, feeling unclear about what to write about. I’m in the midst of a big inner tussle, about my work and my art and its purpose and mine. But it’s not time yet... 
“Bob and Evelyn looking jovial when they came to see me at the Healdsburg Art Festival several years ago.” Joe woke me up sometime about three in the morning last Wednesday. “Dad is gone.” Crumpling into tears I got up to take a steamy shower to try to... 
My body is working to rid itself of a virus. Instead of sleeping, my nights have been filled with coughing, making my brain not at its best in putting together words. But playing with images sounded restful – and do-able! – this morning. I’ve just finished a... The years that I’ve been showing this artwork have been sprinkled with moments of serendipity – moments when someone appears in my world and becomes part of it. This painting started with one of these moments. An email arrived in my inbox while we were on vacation in... 