it's snowing again.
i lost track of time in my studio
and forgot to eat lunch
and now i am sipping tea,
of needle, thread, memory and love
that guided my hand today.
in one of the many e-mails from my bother
doug, who is organizing our show
he asked us to write a few sentences about
"how we have come to appreciate art
through nature/nature through art"
i have a one word answer...