This is the winter we wish for, to be in the night meadow, the trees, heavy with fresh snow in the light of the moon.  The painting was  quite  joyful, channeling Bobb Ross and imagining Ruth’s meadow, an artist’s holiday celebration!  Step back.  I will sip cocktails with you right there!   We love you KTC!

In the summer,  after only several months of pandemic, I began.    Rather than my plan,  which was to make tall energetic, ones, steadfast companions of clay, as an antidote to the ennui and fearfulness,  I found myself making a persona instead. Slowly rattled out through these hands, through the dull long anxiety...