'Back into the studio after re-arranging, cleaning, re-assessing.
Beading things that have been around for awhile, moving work out to Downtown Books and Espresso, considering how being a mom has taken precedence over making things, feeling good about that....missing my friend Hedi who was always strong enough to make her work and be a parent to my three brothers. Family. Considering how different our family was, unique in our own way as each family is, a family of artists. I see them now in the objects they made, held, and touched. Thank you, Hedi.

"Beauty is truth, truth beauty,,,,"

"When old age shall this generation waste,
Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe
Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st,
"Beauty is truth, truth beauty," - that is all
Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know." John Keats' "Ode on a Grecian Urn".
I grew up in my mother's studio, playing with clay, paints, linoleum, and lots of other materials in the beautiful woods of rural Chatham County, Georgia. Mom was a commercial artist who had first learned from her grandmother how to draw and paint. Because my father was a lithographer and the medium intrigued me, I took myself to the University of Georgia to study with a wonderful Tamarind printmaker, Charlie Morgan. I ventured into clay there, too, which has been my primary medium since grad school. I share a studio in the Lowcountry of South Carolina with one of my favorite artists, my daughter.