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In 2024-25 I participated in a journey to use art to uncover, dislodge and toss away for good the hinderances that had prevented me from living as the woman and artist I knew I was meant to be. It was my own sense of inferiority against the artist paragon that was Mom that were my demons. It is not uncommon, this precarious dynamic between mothers and daughters, after all. Mom has always loved me, but as humans we all come with baggage passed down through many generations, p

Yes, I took a stab at it. I lived at the beach. It would have been a sin to let such an opportunity…or challenge pass me by, but I certainly wasn’t going to do it with an audience of friends from college! They all kept telling me I would be really good at it because I was a gymnast and had good balance. Maybe so, but I had to learn to swim first, didn’t I?

It may not have been a soccer ball, but Wilson was without equal on Squirrel Island. Squirrel Island was our last night of a 150-mile expedition kayaking trip in Prince William Sound in Alaska.