Honk! Honk!

The front porch of my Cozy Palace. 

Welcome to my Cozy Palace. You can probably tell that an artist lives here....hand-painted sign, blue bottles hanging from the wrought iron and assorted sculptures on the front porch.


HONK IF YOU LOVE ART is my shingle hanging out front. And I do get a few honks every now and then from passers by.


Art lovers know that making a home of one's own means surrounding yourself with the things that you love.

The artwork of my friends fills my home with color, texture, wonder, and infinite pleasure. 

William Morris holds me to a high standard which I have not yet achieved... “Have nothing in your house that you do not know to be useful, or believe to be beautiful.”


I have a distance to go before my home is rid of my messy piles, but in the mean time, I'll be happy for the spots that shine with beauty! 


Shout outs to my creative friends, Karen Baker, William Kidd, and my sweet art buddy Robin Ambrose (1954-2006) for their art bling in my home.

How do you feather your nest?

The Joy of Sorting

Sometimes ya gotta love the mindless tasks of folding laundry, washing dishes, or sorting paper. 


Paper sorting?! Yep. Paper sorting. 

For me, sorting is this artist's version of "chop wood, carry water" for Zen-o-philes out there. I'm referring to the mundane tasks that some dismiss as boring, but that actually have incredible value. 


When I take the time to sort through all the paper bits and pieces that have accumulated on and around my art table, I am amazed at the bountiful store of stuff I have. The fodder for future projects is all right under my nose, if I would just take some time to discover it, fondle it, and put it in its proper place. 

Sorting makes me happy, makes me feel productive, and always gives me tangible results. Pray tell, why don't I do it more often?

Tell me if you have a special relationship with sorting...