Slow stitch requires slow time. So often all the tasks of daily living and work soak up an urgency and I bring that urgency to the studio. The stitch work is different then.Read More
As I slowly put together a new field piece, I remember the first field that I loved. My “Granpie” Silvis’ vegetable garden covered an acre (or so it seems to me) on his land that fronted Sugar Lake in Minnesota.Read More
I love the window seat on an airplane so that I can look at the patterns made on the earth below. Google Earth makes window seats available all the time and around the world.Read More
It happened three years ago.
I fought it at first. I knew clay. I worked with clay in my art studio for more than 30 years. I studied glazes and firing processes and different clay bodies and knew what I needed to do to achieve the effects I wanted.Read More
Some Native Americans talk about it taking three generations to get used to "new ground" and to feel like you've sprung from that ground. That may be true. I sprung up from Minnesota ground and her corn fields must be buried deep in my psyche as the pattern of fields so often seep into my work.Read More
I am back to making small pieces and loving it. Periodically, I think I need to start making larger pieces. “They are bigger and better and more important,” my mind says.Read More
The best artists stop me in my tracks. Time stops. The first time I had that experience was at a Van Gogh show in New York. It's a state beyond words. It is like a mystical experience.