May 7, 2020

"Cafe Replika", 27" x 50”, $2800


It's funny what you miss.


A couple of mornings a year I find myself sitting in a Montreal café on Rachel, east of the mountain.

I usually arrive early when the café is empty. 

On this winter morning, after setting my knapsack beside a gre...

April 29, 2020

"The Undivided Self", 30 x 60. $2800


There are moments when we come to the table whole.
Inspired. 
 
When that old uncertainty is only a distant memory. 

Inhale. We sparkle.

 ***

Jen lives far away, tucked in the trees.
She phones me. 
 
Her 7-year goal, all that tenacity...

October 28, 2019

I am not the kind of person to sit on someone else’s toilet wondering, “When will I be resilient, and what is a socially acceptable amount of time to spend in here?”.

Sometimes a social event can be tricky, and you didn’t know you weren’t up for it.  I don’t know the ot...

September 22, 2019


At the trail intersection the sign reads: "0.3km Boardwalk To Lake Lookout."
 
This is an unexpected treat. With water sloshing in my knapsack, thick socks under hiking boots, we hang right and take the detour. 
 
Two parallel planks resting on logs, one followin...

July 30, 2019

Moody weather makes me feel more at home in the world. 

I yearn for strong winds and wild places. 

When the dark clouds require us to clear the deck and batten down the hatches I am yielding, happiest to be alive. A storm requires nothing of me; neither cheerfulness nor...

May 9, 2019

Snow hits the windshield wipers on an April night. The passenger seat is warm. 

I turn to my husband Jake.

“Remember those nightmares in which I couldn’t find my voice to yell for help? Startled and gasping, I would wake myself up? I haven’t had one of those in a long ti...

February 11, 2019

“I am Here” 40 x 30, (Glass),

by Rosemary Leach

Millie-Rose, age 4, is under the walnut tree, concentrating hard, and moving sticks on our grassy lawn. We chat about things she likes, what she did yesterday. 

She reminds me of my own kids; grubby with play, curated mismat...

January 9, 2019

I was taking a shortcut, scrambling up a steep rock face, fingers grabbing a horizontal crack in the granite, lichen like crispy green brown cornflakes growing from the crystalline surface, Georgian Bay behind me.

To my left,18" from my hand, a greige snake slither...

October 10, 2017

As a salve to some loneliness,I have doggedly carried around a book by Natalie Goldberg called Living Color. For 15 years.

I have it on my table in the studio. And then beside my bed under a pile of New Yorkers.

And then I take it on holiday.

Technically, she isn't my...

April 13, 2017

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