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First Ladies and the White House – Part 2
Please Note – if the images in your blog email are not high resolution – click through to the actual blog to see detailed images! During the Clinton administration (late 90s) I had the chance to tour the White House. It made quite an impression on me. The artwork, the architecture, the history….the ghosts of past administrations….our tour guide gave us a vivid history of each room we visited, and it made me want to learn more. I went from there, to the National Portrait Gallery, Ford’s Theatre, and the Smithsonian’s National Museum of American History. Over the years I have picked up many books about the White House. The…
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First Ladies and the White House – Part 1
As we contemplate the possibility of having our first woman president in the USA, it is perhaps a time to look back on the women who have already served in the White House – the First Ladies. Over the years I have had several connections to the White House. My best childhood friend served on the Clinton Healthcare Task Force. (They were trying to create a national healthcare system, similar to other developed nations.) During those years I did a tour of the White House, which was much more accessible at that time. My architect brother works in Washington DC and his firm did the renovation/redesign of the White House…
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Stardust Mothers – Now at DAR Museum
Whenever people see this piece, they have lots of questions about my process, so I thought I’d share the story with some images. I lost my mother in November 2023. On my last day in Houston at the Quilt Festival, I got the call that she tested positive for Covid. That was Friday…I flew back Saturday….she was gone late Tuesday night. She had a long slow decline and was near the end (before Covid took her), so I had a lot of time to prepare. Me & Mom, circa 1968. During the last year of her life, I thought a lot about the generations of women in my family. I…
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Life in the Arts
I have identified as an artist as long as I can remember. I was told that I was an artist as a child, and I accepted it as truth, because that is what I loved to do. In school, I was not just doodling in class. I was sketching in class, practicing drawing a wide range of subjects in the margins of my math assignments while sitting quietly, shyly hiding under the radar. I remember feeling competitive in our brief art classes. I wanted to be the best artist in the classroom. By Junior High I had read The Agony and the Ecstasy (biography about Michelangelo) so many times the…