
Epson Legacy Platine rag paper, archival inks 8.5″x 11″
Do I made a decision based on the context, but clean and straight in front of me,
or is it colored by all that has gone before?

Epson Legacy Platine rag paper, archival inks 8.5″x 11″
Do I made a decision based on the context, but clean and straight in front of me,
or is it colored by all that has gone before?

Epson Legacy Platine rag paper, archival inks 8.5″ x 11″
My reflection on 2016. This is a graphic interpretation of the ways I see time. The rectilinear lines and boxes represent days and months. As part of my synesthesia, this is how time looks. Each row is a month, the days are individual boxes. The circles are the broadly defined significant experiences I have had over the last year, and the ripples are what resonates from those experiences moving into the future. The future is behind these images in the center. I cannot as yet see how things will play out. It is in these colors as I was initially seeing this with my eyes open in a darkened room prior to its creation: a night time echo of my experiences in 2016.

1/3 5″ x 11″ Epson Legacy Fibre Paper, Archival Inks
We Are Transmitters
As we live, we are transmitters of life.
And when we fail to transmit life, life fails to flow through us.
That is part of the mystery of sex, it is a flow onwards.
Sexless people transmit nothing.
And if, as we work, we can transmit life into our work,
life, still more life, rushes into us to compensate, to be ready
and we ripple with life through the days.
Even if it is a woman making an apple dumpling, or a man a stool,
if life goes into the pudding, good is the pudding
good is the stool,
content is the woman, with fresh life rippling in to her,
content is the man.
Give, and it shall be given unto you
is still the truth about life.
But giving life is not so easy.
It doesn’t mean handing it out to some mean fool, or letting the living dead eat you up.
It means kindling the life-quality where it was not,
even if it’s only in the whiteness of a washed pocket-handkerchief.
by David Herbert Lawrence
This past week I noticed the sun wakes up later and the mid day heat glances gently across my skin. The sky colors move over the days from severe blue to cornflower and azure, from steel to royal or to denim. And I am so joy filled as I am changed by this light. Late August……………………………………….


Drawn after spending an afternoon with interesting women friends. Each is a different flavor of deliciousness. Part of my synesthesia is to “taste” the essence of things and people I find beautiful-not like vanilla -more like eating sculpture – still very satisfying!

While listening to Mikel Rouse’s new album, the textures make me feel as though I have arrived on a new planet in a very interesting science fiction book, and amazingly I can understand the language.


I can’t hold on to a single thought: the murders in Orlando, world and US politics, the death of a 21 year old friend, and perhaps, what I hope is only a momentary experience of “adjustment fatigue” to change. The bottom images in this piece are me throwing and kicking and being angry and miserable. The top images are life flowing forward through those not touched by pain at this moment. I experience life as liminal between a yin/ yang of tensions.

Sometimes the details of just living a life get a bit confused both intellectually and emotionally.

Every single day with Mark Hahn is a blessing- full of laughter, fascinating conversations, kindness and so much LOVE. This is my largest sewn piece to date in my effort to suggest how happy I am with my beloved.