I revisit Shinos when I feel overwhelmed struggling with new glaze combinations. This vase has two different types applied by pouring the glaze over the pot then sprinkled with wood ash . . .

My passion to explore the world and paint it has led me to six continents. Market Conversation was inspired at a market in Rajasthan, India...

Hello Dear Friends Art Lovers, I'll be honored to meet you at one of this exciting and inspiring events. Happy New 2026!

I took a challenge when I was invited to Linda Taylor's Letter Press workshop. I had the idea to use my digital design of a Torus geometric print, laser cut it out of acrylic, and use it as a template for embossing fine art paper in her letter press. What an amazing discovery that I could turn paper into a three-dimensional artwork!

My latest book creation is entitled “Book of Subscribers.”  The subscribers were people from the early 19th century (1807 if I remember correctly) who paid (subscribed) to have a hefty book about the English Reformation published. . .

This painting was painted in Manzanar, Owens Valley, the internment camp for the Japanese Americans during World War II. The first death in the camp was that of a baby. . .

Vintage typewriters. The CLUNK CLUNK of the metal arm reaching up to hit the rubber roller of the carriage. The ZING when one moves the carriage to the next line, and the ZIP sound rolling the paper in or out of the carriage. And the beauty of each perfectly round key sitting upright, open below, showcasing a single letter.

The skies above the Topa Topas are fairly dark. Dark enough to view many of the stars in the night sky. Over 300 images were stacked to create this star trail image. The Beatrice Wood Gallery serves as a perfect foreground for star trails above the East End/Upper Ojai. As the Earth rotates, it seems like the stars rotate around the North Star, Polaris right above Chief Peak and directly above the gallery.

Put a muzzle on it! Yes this party animal needs a muzzle. I often use my sculptures to work through issues that are buried deep in my soul. These issues are both personal and universal. This piece points to the issue of duality. How can something that looks like so much fun be so evil? Knowing when to speak up and when we should put a muzzle on it have been constants in my life. I was raised by a fierce, violent alcoholic. I should have told someone, but instead, I put a muzzle on it.

You might not notice me, out looking for inspiration for my work. Why? I'm usually in stealth mode, seeking out unique features of plants and their blossoms and trying to be quiet so as not to disturb the creatures I encounter. . .