I wrote an article for my Substack column, Naturally Inspired, which I forgot to mention here.

My Flowers Are… is a list poem and a quiet manifesto — a piece that begins with the familiar and arrives somewhere unexpected. Starting with art and symbol, the language moves through voice and body, through evolution and freedom, before landing on the boldest claim of all: that these flowers, painted from life and rooted in a garden, are not ephemeral. They persist. The repeated opening — my flowers are — works like a drumbeat, steady and insistent, letting each new idea land with equal weight. By the time the poem reaches its feminist center — woman, female, seductress — and then its paradox — silent and yet projecting loudly — the accumulation has done its work. What reads as a flower painting turns out to be an argument about art, about voice, about what outlasts the bloom.

Read the article now on my Substack column, Naturally Inspired.

I began this daily journal in February, 2026 as I prepared for my solo exhibition, “Portraits From My Garden” at Locust Grove in Poughkeepsie, NY, from June 5 – September 15, 2026, my work for the group show, “Hearing Women’s Voices” at the Ceres Gallery in from June 23. to July 18, 2026, and my upcoming November 2026, solo exhibition titled, “Centering in the Midst of Chaos” in Chelsea, New York City