The ROMANTICS show is OFFICIALLY OPEN today with art auctions added until midnight tonight. There are a number of Little Red Poppets at the...

Twelve hours after my last post, Ravyn was homeward bound and Pete and I were on our way to the park with Orion. It was a day with wind and ...

It's now 2:16 a.m. I am done playing with strange little poppets. Ravyn is not done playing with strange little ponies. She is w...

I was wrong. These days have been very much like boot camp. This is the end of number four and we are all tired, a bit irritable and frankl...

A busy day in the studio and we are all tired. I smell chocolate. It's not my imagination. I made brownies tonight, with little balls of...

Thought you might enjoy a look at the wheel before installation into the Fortune Teller's box. This project has become known as 'the...

One of the things I've begun to understand about working at home is that it takes some effort and awareness to keep work and personal li...

Dark clouds roil over the mountains. The air is dead silent and cold and holds no promise. A pot of boiled peanuts simmers on the stovetop f...

One thing Palm Springs houses don't have much of is insulation. The studio, once a separate garage building, is connected now by a breez...

It generally seems that the excitement of the conceptual and design phases of any project is eclipsed by many long hours of tedius labor. Ma...

It took me a little while to understand the connection between the 'food' sculptures, the boxes and the little faceless poppets. It ...

Weird day, post wind. Last week was a scramble to meet several project deadlines at once with wind tearing past the windows throughout. This...

Pete is working at the film festival, where I hope we'll see Pan's Labyrinth . Aubrey is back at school after the holidays, but Orio...

Today was a studio day, quiet and productive. Tonight was for putting away holiday dinner things and playing music on glasses with water in...

Today is New Year's Day and Phillip's birthday. This morning I spent some time sifting through old photos, looking for an embarrassi...

Pete and I took this photo one windy night at a very busy Mesquite/Gene Autry intersection with headlights whooshing by. I can't pass th...

Time is on my mind. Not lack of it, or schedules, but the nature of it. Something tugs at my edges, gently, relentlessly. Papier mache popp...

These photos were taken at the home of Kenny Irwin, a Palm Springs artist who likes making giant robots from found objects. It's afte...

It's Christmas Eve. A few hours ago we stopped doing Christmas-Eve stuff, Orion and Pete and me, and put on our coats and got in the car...

Not everything has to come from a store... We mangle boxes that would normally just be thrown out. It seems not a terrible idea to keep a p...