Diva Den Part Trois

This is a view coming in from outside. My Diva Chair found in a favorite “found things” haunt near downtown Winston-Salem–Elizabeth’s– with a gorgeous pillow which I paid too much for from 1502 Upholstery and the adorable painted yellow...

Between Creating: Ode to Max

In The space between creating– NOT my special place to be It’s full of sad and “arms are empty” listless, flat and empty . . . ennui He gave me purpose when I felt alone and useless looking for another place to anchor life. How can smalls be so...

Fat Little Pot

Max got well enough for me to paint yesterday!  This is my Fat Little Pot. I could work on it some more but then it might lose that certain “je ne sais quoi” of spontaneity and un-done-ness that I so love about it. To all of you who reached out about...