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“‘a woman must have money and a room of her own…” All of my life, I’ve made do with whatever space I could scrounge for art. I just remembered, out of the blue, that for several years I had a studio set up in a bedroom closet, a foldable drafting…

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This is my favorite part.

I love getting ready for stuff. It’s partly about anticipation, but more about process – the active engagement with a thing in emergence, with plans and stages, learning and research, pieces coming together and that moment when the big picture suddenly snaps into focus. The breathless flurry of the end-game,…

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On the body

Last weekend, I scrubbed my living room floor… and there are few things that will throw one head-first into a visceral appreciation for the lived experience of pre-modern women like scrubbing a wood floor, on hands and knees, in long skirts. (Why would anyone do that? Of course you’re wondering.…

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4pm, midweek

I am barely out of the back door of the office and my pumps are suddenly, irrationally oppressive; I stand in the middle of the parking lot and peel them off, start walking, shoes dangling from my fingertips by their toes. It’s hot again. There are clouds building up in…

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