the Artist's Chair (and Gia)     oil on canvas over panel      2017-2018

Kitchen Window VII (All That I Long for When I Long for Home)     oil on claybord    2018

 We are now settled in Utah, trying to get used to its paradoxes and surprises.  Ryan got a new job in Salt Lake City, so we are living close by, near the colorful feet of the Wasatch Front.  We took a break from cleaning and organizing our new space last week to drive into those mountains to see the fall colors, only to be astonished by snow on the ski slopes at the end of our route.  No one is skiing yet, but it was cold when we got out of the car to take a few pictures, and shocking to think we had been in a patchwork blanket of autumn color only ten minutes further down the same mountains.

I am looking around on our daily walks, thinking of new subjects to try.  I will share the first thing I finished in my new studio as soon as I've photographed it, although it is actually an old study that I abandoned two years ago and found again while I was unpacking my supplies.  With a few more glazes and details, I think it is now passable, and has some potential as a subject to be tried again.  But more on that when I get it posted here.  I have three paintings I started in California that still need to be finished. . . And new subjects to start sketching as I try to get a feel for my new home. . .

Ryan got a job offer last week and our lives are suddenly in disarray as we get ready to move to another state in less than a month!  We have a lot of hope for this move, which will bring us closer to family, and hopefully give us the chance to have more living (and for me---more working) space.  Since the process of moving will be taking up all of my time and energy for a while, I doubt I will be able to update this website for a month, or maybe two. Thank you for being patient as I face this sudden change.

We recently re-potted all of our many houseplants and moved them around, including bringing my over-ten-years-old vine into my studio area, where it now presides over my bookcase.  The antique rocking chair is a new addition to my studio space, too, bought at a yard sale two months ago.  It's nice to take a break there, sit and read books or rock and look at my artwork and think.  No wonder Agnes Martin liked to have a rocking chair in the studio.  The motion and the gentle creaking are conducive to pondering.