Ordinarily, as an artist, I work alone. Well, as “alone” as one can be with one bird, two dogs, and two boys who seem to prefer the floor of my studio to that of any other room in the house (I should clarify that the bird in no way prefers the floor of my...
Basil: an herb with a bit of a checkered past. Modern-day basil is known as the “King of the Herbs” and is associated with the words I’ve woven into the veins of the leaves: “Enjoy” “Gather” “Savor” “Cherish” ~ In...
I love the little white fish in the midst of all the orange. I love that none of the other fish seem to care about, or even notice, the difference as they silently make their way past my camera lens. I could watch fish swim for hours: the tank in my childhood living...
My child learned to swim this summer. This might not be a terribly interesting statement, until you have a little more detail to go with it. My child is in third grade. My child struggled with a fear of putting his head underwater his entire life. Just asking my child...
First, it’s been ages since I’ve posted something here. I’ve been repeatedly asked about this, and to all the inquirers, I simultaneously apologize and blame the lack of posts on the fog of NYC preparation in which I’ve been for the entire...
I don’t know if I’ve mentioned this before, but I have a problem. I’m obsessed with chalkboard paint. If it holds still long enough, I will most likely make an attempt to cover it with chalkboard paint. My husband can verify this current addiction....
I owe a huge thank-you to my friend and fellow artist Julia who accompanied me to the Morris Arboretum in Philadelphia last week and let me borrow her beautiful camera. We were experimenting with shooting digitally through our antique viewfinders, and this is what the...
Summer vacation. That time of year that your children are permitted to live due only to their adorable faces and their genetic relationship to you. Otherwise, the constant sibling battles, interruption of your work calls, and general destruction of your home would...
I’m really pleased to announce that my photo art blocks were accepted into the August 2012 New York International Gift Fair SustainAbility display. What does that mean? Well, this curated display in the Javits Convention Center includes only the most...
Even the most dedicated artist/business owner needs to take a little break, and this one is doing just that. Art shipments will resume during the week of July 2nd, but in the mean time, here are a few of my favorite summer scenes…enjoy!
So many of you have asked about the silverware from which I created this table runner print, that I decided to visit the blog archives and share the little story behind these photographs. Enjoy! Memories. Memories come in the strangest of forms. I never met my...
In just over two months, my artwork and I will be headed to NYC for the New York International Gift Fair (booth #5234). Better yet, I just heard that my art blocks will be included in the SustainAbility display at the Javits Convention center for the duration of the...
I have two children: the scientist, and the dreamer. The one wearing the 3D glasses to see things that are already three-dimensional? Nope, not the scientist. He wears these glasses everywhere. To the bus stop. To the dog park. To the grocery store. I’m pretty...
This print came about as I was photographing my original line-up of little green pears, later to become “All in a Row.” One of the pears that came home with me from the market was just a bit larger than all the others, and as I watched my son playing with...
My eldest child and I took a jaunt back across the pond last year. I shot, with no exaggeration, more than 500 photographs, and while some of those images have made it to my website and onto the walls of collectors, the other hundreds of unseen images started calling...
Any mother worries about her child finding the right friend, the right companion that will accept all the quirks and joys that make him “him.” Mothers of children with differences worry even more that your average mom. I have zero statistical evidence with...
I realized something last Saturday. What was it, you ask? That my children will never make Easter eggs that look like the ones on Martha Stewart’s website. And I’m okay with that. Well, not REALLY okay with that, but here’s the deal: sometimes a...
I’m honored to say I’ve recently been accepted as a member of MamaCita, a collective of women artists who share the same burdens and responsibilities of balancing motherhood and creating meaningful art. Several of the artist members are working throughout 2012 to...
In the past two months, something’s happened to my studio. It’s become a factory. A block factory. With an employee of one. You know you spend a LOT of time creating art blocks when your five-year-old barges into the studio after waking up, declaring,...
Spring is finally, officially, and most wonderfully here. I think that calls for a little gift from me to you: wallpaper for your computer desktop. These are the beautiful blooms of the tulip poplar outside my studio windows, and I hope this view is as inspiring to...
{There is memory in our souls, a memory of what is still yet to be, as though it always stood with us and we only need remember} This piece started out as something entirely different (as in orange-trees-and-creamy-white-sky kind of different) but then suddenly this...
I didn’t know what exactly I would write about this week until Dan came home with this piece of artwork from school yesterday. This would usually be a story about something I’ve shot, but today, this story is about his creation. Maybe it was the music....
So what do Brad Pitt, Francis Ford Coppola, and I all have in common? AAA World magazine. Oh yes, that’s right – we’re all in the March/April 2012 issue together. Ok, so Brad may be on the cover image wrap advert for DirectTV, and Francis may have a...
There’s an obsession happening all over the UK and US right now (and probably Canada too, for all I know). That obsession is Downton Abbey. You know who you all are out there, fellow worshipers of this show. You set your alarms to remind you it’s Sunday...
While I’ve titled this series “Chicago Lights,” I think another appropriate name could also be “Freezing My Nose Off in Chicago.” Upon more earnest reflection, however, I realized the first title sounds a little prettier (artist’s note: I did not, in fact, lose my...
It’s Friday, but this is not a “story behind the picture.” Rather, this is a story about a number of my pictures ~ all framed and matted and ready to adorn your walls ~ that I’ll be delivering today to the Family Support Line for their annual...
You know you love your friends when you sign up for a wedding in Chicago. In January. Right about now, our plane from Philadelphia is wheels up and heading west to a place also affectionately known as “the Windy City.” I’ve packed 67 layers of clothing and I still...
2012 has arrived and that means the greeting cards, calendars, and pocket planners are here (or, nearly here, as the calendars and planners are still in the proof stage)! You can find the cards on page 22 of the RSVP catalog, and this fall, the calendars and planners...
I had this exact photograph in my mind for about a year, but finding a building rooftop to occupy on a clear evening, at sunset, facing the streets I wanted to highlight (namely, Broad and Market) was as challenging as you might think. The answer came in the form of...
My favorite time of year (other than a week of summer vacation at the beach with a good book, naturally) is the time between Christmas and New Year. The boys are home from school, the alarms clocks switched off, the hectic pre-holiday schedule only a fond memory....
Happy 2012! This is post seriously going back to the vault, because three years ago I created this piece above for the Landfill Art Project. Why blog about it now? Because after three years of countless hours and hubcaps, the exhibit is nearly complete! Ken Marquis,...
This year, I actually photographed my children’s faces. Shocking, I know. Last year, it was their hands holding stars. Everyone loved that. Except, of course, my grandmother. “Where are their faces? Why can’t I see their faces?” “What,...
I once adhered to the exact opposite sentiment than what I expressed in this piece…I once would hold tight to everything in an attempt to be prepared for all eventualities. Only after years of trying to control every aspect of my life did I realize there was...
As I sit here, attempting to write, there is a puppy nibbling on the back of my sweater. He’s just tall enough to reach through the back of my desk chair and use his tiny (sharp) teeth to get my attention. It’s play time! Of course, it’s been play time all morning...
