unlikely spot

green grass in metal yard.jpg

This is a picture of grass I grew in the art gallery during the course of an exhibit I was in. When the show was over, I couldn’t bring myself to just toss out the grass, so I put it, and the little plaster houses (the small white forms in the grass), out in the metal yard outside the metal shop at the university. That little green patch was bright and vividly beautiful among the pieces of metal debris, cigarette butts and old pallets…an unlikely spot for signs of tender natural life.

too late for lines

KAT station 2015

This is a late night image of the city bus center in Knoxville, TN. Not a perfect shot, but I was looking around the city for ideas for an art project and I always found the bus station to be aesthetically pleasing at night.  The lines and angles of the light posts and bus bays and the roofing, so modern and clean looking, are striking against the dark, and with the downtown lights glowing fuzzily in the distance, almost romantic.

uncontrolled profusion


These flowers were the highlight of last year’s garden–they grew in a huge mass (they took over the plot!) and attracted incredible numbers of bees and butterflies. They were gorgeous; their bold color and energetic visitors made me feel better about our often difficult world. I’m looking forward to more this summer!

ride on!

Taller Lenateros 2009

This picture was taken at Taller Leñateros in San Cristóbal de las Casas, Chiapas México in 2009 (I think). (their website: http://www.tallerlenateros.com/) This funky contraption is used to break down pulp to make paper. This image tells a story of ingenuity and invention in the service of printmaking/papermaking. It also hints at the kind of community and ethos  Taller Leñateros enjoys and promotes; resourcefulness, creativity, humor and cooperation. If you’re ever in the wonderful city of San Cristóbal, visit!

something’s different about this one…

door, central Merida, Mexico      2018

Hidden by heavy walls and behind narrow doors, the unique homes of the people in this neighborhood are obscured to passersby, but here is a mark of the personality of the individual artist and individual resident. Until you get close, the little stenciled mushrooms are easy to miss. But as you walk by, you realize the intentionality of their creation and of their continued presence–they are something to mark this place and its people as more than ‘a face in the crowd.’



This was the letterpress studio of an acquaintance of mine where I spent a lot of time learning about printmaking and learning about art. Although I would not use the term “beloved” to describe this place, I do feel an enduring affection for the old press, the uneven floor and the inky atmosphere. The time I spent alone there, happily working and teaching myself, made a difference in my life and I treasure the memories.