Recently a dear new friend recited a children's poem  in Polish to me, called Niezapominajki.   Forget Me Nots. I made thi...

  While listening to the news of the virus, I was soothed by painting Dots.  Dots, again?  You're supposed to be sketching, ...

Mouton came to me during a time of intense bad-luck stress.  The bad-luck stress left, but Mouton decided to stay.  He is a "S...

 Close up of one section Playing with layers: 1. yellow tones of watercolor washes   2. glazing, wet over dry   ...

I'm grateful to have things in my home  that make me happy. (I'm grateful to have a home, for that matter).  I recently ha...

How pleasant it is to paint with a friend (who happens to live just down the road.) " T, want to come over to my house to play? ...

This little guy bear has been coming with me  to library story times for a long time. We don't do that many, now that we are...

The Late Holiday Angels  will be delivering  Greetings, each in her own envelope. Sometimes they wander, they dawdle, they play. ...

Books & Librairies: If one is lucky, the love  begins early. Books & Librairies: If one is lucky, the love lasts forever.

Several years ago I cut up a painting that I didn't like into circles &  attached them  to an accordion folded paper strip wi...

Oh, the pleasure, & perhaps luxury, of the young mom & her child, together  in a sort of Zen reverie at the lake. They sat on...

The painted paper building blocks  are forming a series,  as Barbara (Folkways Notebook)  mentioned in her comment on the previ...

 Miniature, Ink & watercolor 21/4 X 3" How did I get so lucky to have a field of wild lupines behind my home?  All day lon...

The Farmer's Market in Portland is, of course, about  buying & sellling homegrown plants, person to person. But it's so...