Sometimes I feel my work is something I tripped over.     ”oh sorry for that and what exactly are you?”     Tripping is a fall that does not happen, yet is jarring, causing a small panic within the body.  It wakes you up, your heart is racing and you open your eyes to a keener sight for what is around you.  

Just as I think I know what I am doing as a person, artist, maker; I trip and my heart beats faster, I see things differently and there is another question to figure out.

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Ontario Gal with her heart in  PEI at the

Calgary Stampede...circa 1978