My lovely little studio was built for me in the basement of our house almost fifteen years ago. It is a comfort and pleasure to disappear there where the rest of the world (except for the news and the music) is on hold for a while. I have things from everywhere surrounding me: treasures from friends and family, concrete memories from voyages taken and not, obscure detritus from folks downsizing, messages from different media, mundane materials that strike a chord and propel me. “Things” have always served an important place in my life because I moved around a lot as a child. These material goods remind me to pay attention to the visual and the tactile, the ethereal and the concrete, the shadows and the quiet. Resolving the what with the how and the why not: that’s why I go to my studio.