Come see us in Studio #3 at Monterey Court on the Miracle Mile in Tucson, AZ!
June 25, 2020
Whew! You found me. Thanks so much for stopping by, and I'm hoping you are more than tempted to purchase one or several pieces. I am a full time, self representing, exhibiting artist (although I'm not in any organizations stating such in any official capacity-- I guess I should look into that). I travel from coast to coast participating in some of the finest art festivals. I also participate in small, funky events. I teach my techniques and can be booked by you, your group or your local shop. Call me with questions, you'll find my phone number in the upper right hand of every page. In the mean time-- please buy something!! Lets support the makers of USA, like me!
I took the photo above right from my backyard the night we were notified to get Set to evacuate. Having evacuated from Hurricanes in New Orleans, including Katrina, our family photos are still in their containers and boxes, ready to go. That's sorta sad, I don't disagree, but it came in handy. With the store closed and my studio, inventory and tools all at the house, I had to pack both my skivvies and my livelihood. It wasn't pretty. I was scared. Worried. Upset. All while trying to methodically make choices about what could be replaced and what couldn't.
I learned so very much about what's important to me. I learned that no matter how independent I am, I'm just not. I still depend on interconnected lives and agencies. I am NOT alone. And neither are you, Jewelry Fan. For starters, we have each other. Even if we aren't traipsing around Art Shows right now.
Our country, our lives, our property, are all connected. We have a social compact to provide safety nets and services to each other. We STAND TOGETHER in hurricane, in fire, in Hope.
June has taught me to acknowledge the experiences of all comers to the table, to leave space for experiences that are not my own in our cornucopia of American life. If two children from the same parents can have vastly different experiences, it is possible and probable that People of Color have had a totally different experience than mine. It is possible and probable that people who define their Sexuality on their own terms have had a totally different experience than mine. I cannot discount the pain, the experience of Other, the separation they've experienced. I acknowledge; I accept the pain; and I will expose the wrongs when and where I see them, bringing Light and Love, building a better social contract from here on out.
Surely, if a nation can come together to serve the needs of Tucson as we battle this fire, a force of nature, we can come together to serve the needs of all Americans as we battle the force of our own natures.
We all Belong.
July 09, 2020
Very well said my Friend. You do have a wonderful way with words. Love you girl! Come on over to Va. if you want/need to escape for a bit.🥰
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January 17, 2021
Now I’m going to let you in on a little secret. At my house, the end of every argument is ended and put to rest, FOREVER, with a Hug. Sometimes, when thoughts and emotions are too much to tame and explain, we just say, “Can we Hug it out?” Sometimes, it takes some real arguing to get there, and other times it’s fast tracked. Now, you gotta know, it’s perfectly acceptable for either party to say “No.” It hurts a little, mostly a lot, but it’s about respecting someone's boundaries and allowing them the space to decide when they want to move on.
August 19, 2020
July 24, 2020
So cute! Wooden box, all little green bits promising to thrive on neglect and small amounts of water. Surely the perfect plants for me!! Perfect size for my desk! (A desk which is the first grown up desk I’ve ever owned- bought it last fall after stalking it online and in person for nearly a half a year.) Perfect right next to the lamp (Costco buy and it’s twin is in my family room) to the right of my monitor, a bright green, adorable reminder that we are all living and connected.
Except they started dying.
I can promise you, I was giving them ALL the neglect they needed. Stressed about my green experiment and NOT wanting my husband’s over two-decade premonitive admonition to be true, I moved them over to my studio windowsill. Lots of sunshine there!! And I fussed. I may have overwatered them if my niece is right—we had a frantic facetime consultative intervention when I noticed big, bold, juicy leaves on the rug. AHHHHHHHH!!!