Hands down, the City Museum in St Louis is the most innovative space I have ever been in. It is a 600,000 square foot, multi-story work of art housed in the former International Shoe Company building. Read more >
Last week I was finally able to sit down and go through all of the photos I took this summer while traveling in Britain and Switzerland. In and amongst all of the scenery and “I was there” shots, I discovered my own tendency to shoot wall details. Read more >
41 years ago, at 6 years old, I climbed across a glacier holding onto my grandmother’s hand to reach the Forno Hut. It is located in a stunning little corner of the Swiss Alps known as the Engadine region. Since then, I have been hanging on a 6-year old’s memories of sleeping in a bunk room with strangers and having to cross a wide expanse of granite in the middle of the night, again holding my grandmother’s hand, to go pee in the outhouse perched above the hut. Last week, after 41 years, with my 10-year old son and husband in tow, I made good on my dream of making it back to the Forno. Read more >
Last week I exhibited my memorial quilts at the 2015 Association for Death Education and Counseling (ADEC) Conference in San Antonio. It was a completely new experience for me to be sharing my work in this capacity. My audience consisted of a varied group of professionals working in the field of death, dying, and bereavement – an audience that was immediately receptive to the idea of memorial quilts. I asked them as many questions about their work as they did mine, filling the time with a lively exchange of information. Read more >
The drive from Pendleton, Oregon to Hood River, Oregon on Interstate 84 takes you from open farm land to the scenic Columbia Gorge. It’s also the major trucking route through that part of the state. I was a passenger for this entire stretch of road and became transfixed on the images I could capture out of my side window. The following are a smattering of what I took.