Fluidity
I have had many identities in my life. “Preacher’s Kid”, daughter, sister, student, worker, revolutionary, and artist, to name a few. One thing has always been clear for me: my gender identity is female. But there is a growing awareness that clarity is the last thing some people feel about
Masks from the 30-Years War
The Veteran’s Administration pays survivor benefits to survivors for veterans who have served during wartime. The list of eligible wars starts with the Mexican Border Period (1916-17), World War I, World War II, Korean Conflict, Vietnam era (two different payout systems, depending on whether service was in Vietnam
Masks of War
The Veteran’s Administration pays survivor benefits to survivors for veterans who have served during wartime. The list of eligible wars starts with the Mexican Border Period (1916-17), World War I, World War II, Korean Conflict, Vietnam era (two different payout systems, depending on whether service was in Vietnam or not),
Gender Mending.
With all the disunity in the political scene, my own life seems peaceful, calm and orderly. However I do have an ongoing discussion with my husband regarding transgender issues. I am not preoccupied with details of birth certificates and genes. I feel all the thorny social questions that surround
Chromosomes
With all the disunity in the political scene, my own life seems peaceful, calm and orderly. The one thing that rolls around in the background of my mind is the ongoing discussion I have with my husband regarding transgender issues. I am not preoccupied with details of birth certificates and
Happy Hour
My artist husband and I share studio space, but have a “no-talking” rule during the day so that we can each concentrate. At 5 PM we stop for Happy Hour. In the summer we go to our porch or patio with a glass of wine and enjoy watching the
Time as Visual Reality
I have been pondering a recent article in the New York Times Magazine (Dec. 2, 2018) entitled The Insect Apocalypse is Here. For various reasons there have been very few scientific studies done over the years on the total biomass of insects. Their general decline (it appears to be worldwide,
The River Runs Dry
My corner of the world received a record amount of rainfall this year. While we were inconvenienced by cancelled events and some flooding, I was more pained by the draught and wildfires in other areas of the globe. I paid attention when the Elbe River in
Night Falls Early at the Base of the Mountain
One nighttime image that came to mind is that of the clouds scuttling over the moon in its various phases and hues. And a particular night in South Africa when we stood beneath the night sky on a game preserve (no light pollution), and saw stars I’d never seen
Night Falls Early
Night: a time of secrets, mystery and magic. But, for me it is a time to sleep. I’m a morning person, active during the day. Nighttime images that come to my mind are of lights warming burning inside a building, beckoning from the outside. Edward Hopper’s Nighthawks comes to mind,
The Land and the Roads
My great grandfather moved from the family farm in hilly, rocky Franklin County Pennsylvania to the rich, flat soil of Northeast Ohio. It was a smart move for a farmer, but as his descendant, I felt that Ohio was boring. I longed to live someplace hilly and interesting, like
The Winding Road to a Quilt
I grew up in Northeast Ohio. The roads went north and south, and east and west. Additionally, Lake Erie was always in my view. And Lake Erie equaled north. To my right was East, to my left was West, and behind me was South. Instead of appreciating this simplicity,