While in the thick of grieving my father's death, I found my art making process of working intuitively -- without boundaries, patterns or sketches to dictate to me -- both a comfort and an eye opener. I took notice of the unusual messengers that presented themselves to help me in...

"I'm going to take you fishing," I told my husband,

His expression showed delight, as he hadn't had time to fish since fall. He had worked tirelessly on so many projects all winter and spring, then went right into summer field work here at...

My new book often describes my intuitive process for "capturing the essence" of a feeling, time, creature or person. I am not sure...

She weighed just 4 pounds. I had secretly named her Little Daisy, which is a mistake. One should never name a lamb before a few days; you learn that. But then again, maybe this one time it was important that I name her....

I live with a socket puppet, or the sock puppet lives with me.

I began making puppets a few years after I moved to my farm. It was one of those projects I'd had in the back of my mind and forefront in...

The word "chaos" might have a negative connotation, yet I can't think of another word to describe this painting I did some years ago when we first moved to the farm. My old world as artist was colliding with my new world as shepherd...

My father was an architect, but he was also an artist, an "art lifer" as I prefer to call him. This post was inspired by a profound encounter I had with a piece of my father's art while I was home helping my mother...

When I moved to Apifera Farm in 2004, I was donkey-less. But two years later I was communing with not one, but three donkeys. Nature and animals have always been muses in my art and writing, but I became enthralled with...