Let’s keep in touch
After having just unpacked 49 years’ worth of diaries, they sit lined up on my studio bookshelves taunting me. Write. Write. I fear that I’ve lost touch with the whimsy and minutiae of my kaleidoscopic creative life.
Settling into a new city life, typing atop my trusty old farm table, I’m here to explain and explore the phenomenon of my revolution + evolution.