And Then,

it was August. It’s January ‘22 and the beginning of a new year. Somehow time has compressed and its only by looking back through my calendar, notes and photos that I see how much has happened in 8 months. My dad died in January after a long illness. I had gone back and forth to Georgia to be with him for the past two years despite the threat of covid. I had spent more time in Georgia than in my home in California during the past 12 months. With my own mental and physical health depleted and with the sadness of dad’s death, I decided not to quit everything and hide under the covers. I went to a retreat, built up stamina again for exercise, began to rediscover healthy foods, and try to sleep again. I said no to a few obligations, I said yes to continuing with classes at UC Berkeley and to my studio at the ICB in Sausalito. Therapy, art making and just getting through each day has led to now, August 2022. Things have happened, things have been produced and life goes on. Looking forward to what’s next. But also counting each day as a win.