Sunday, December 30, 2012


From Don Draper of Mad Men:

Nostalgia - it's delicate, but potent. Teddy told me that in Greek, "nostalgia" literally means "the pain from an old wound." It's a twinge in your heart far more powerful than memory alone. This device isn't a spaceship, it's a time machine. It goes backwards, and forwards... it takes us to a place where we ache to go again. It's not called the wheel, it's called the carousel. It let's us travel the way a child travels - around and around, and back home again, to a place where we know are loved. 

I think that absolutely sums up the art that I make and why I make it. The Kodaslide compartment index above is a copy from the one I found in my parent's Kodak Carousel. I can't use the original. I'm not entirely happy with the collage above but I feel like if I don't push through and just make things, good or bad, it's just like I've gotten off the darn carousel. So here's to getting back on and going back home again.
Happy New Year!

Saturday, December 29, 2012

Quiet Thought

I haven't meant to be off the blog for so long but everyone needs a break sometimes. Also, there is the little fact that each member of my family has been falling to the 103 degree fever throughout the past two weeks. I am the last to fall. Christmas has been nice. The book ending kid birthdays on the 20th and the 30th just adds to the chaos.

I've also been quiet as I have been processing a lot from the Newtown school tragedy. As a parent, I am heartbroken but as a teacher I am doing so much more.....on the Monday after, I found the key to my supply closet in the art room. I sadly, checked to make sure it worked. It does. I calculated how many of my kids I could fit in there. I promptly fell apart. I have never wanted people to understand more that  teachers keep your kids safe everyday, we love them, we think about them even when we aren't teaching them, we open up new worlds for them, we are responsible for them when they are not with you, when they are with us they are our students. My husband texted me that Friday about the shootings during my last class of the day. I snuck over to the computer and looked up the news, turning the screen so my students couldn't see. As I read the unbelievable, I looked out at my sixth graders and gave each one of them a hug in my heart. And I pretended like nothing was going on. In my room, they were so busy being 11 and 12. I knew when they went home that day and saw the tears in their parents' eyes, they would have to grow up a little bit. I took that mental snapshot right before....

Hug a teacher today doesn't even dent the ice but it was nice to see the banner hanging in Newtown. I have never been more sad for these families who I do not know, or more proud of the teachers I do know and the ones in every school, everywhere. It will take more time to heal. I hope in this new year the families find some peace and some quiet thought. My heart is with you.

Saturday, December 08, 2012


So busy with the holidays and two birthdays. Can't stop taking pictures with the new phone. Love, love, love this new tool. (A nice warm bath.....ahhhhh.....)