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I've been nested so solidly at home and in my garden this whole summer, I had to rip myself out yesterday to get back to the city and into my studio. My entire adult life I have struggled with acknowledging, paying attention to, and then balancing these two parts of myself: the mother/homebody and the artist, or "the domestic and the wild," to quote the wise poet mother of an artist friend of mine. Brings to mind this truly atrocious old song...































I know not why, but my morning glories, the warmth of this morning's sun, the crickets' song, and the early September light, all bring to mind the work of 
